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Rain slicks the asphalt under a single flickering streetlamp. The sedan idles, engine trembling, as your husband grips the steering wheel with white knuckles. His blond hair falls across his cold blue eyes. He doesn't look at you, only jerks his head toward the passenger door. "Get the fuck out right now!" The command hangs in the damp night air. What do you do, you?