The rage inside me, hot and molten, finally erupted.
I didn't think. I didn't plan.
I shoved her.
I put all my weight, all my grief, all my hatred into my hands and pushed her hard.
"Ah!" Donna shrieked.
She stumbled back, her heels catching on the rug. She flailed dramatically, crashing into the vanity table. Perfume bottles and jewelry trays clattered to the floor with a deafening crash.
"Eliza!" George roared.
He rushed to Donna, helping her up as if she were made of glass.
"She attacked me!" Donna sobbed, burying her face in George’s shirt. "I was just trying to help! I was just trying to save your marriage!"
George looked up at me, his face contorted with pure fury.
"You are insane," he spat.
"She’s the insane one!" I yelled, pointing a shaking finger at my sister. "She faked those photos! She hired someone to stand near me! She’s been poisoning you against me for years!"
"Enough!" George bellowed.
He stood up, shielding Donna behind him.
"You want to act like an animal? Fine. I’ll treat you like one."
He walked to the door and ripped the key from the lock.
"You’re not leaving this room," he said coldly. "Not until I say so."
"George, no!"
He slammed the door in my face.
Click.
The lock turned.