You meet your bully’s wife—quiet, kind Naomi—in the office one morning, and though she says nothing and pretends nothing is wrong, you notice the fresh bruises on her wrists half-hidden beneath the sleeves of a jacket she never unzips anymore, the tired way her eyes avoid yours, the way her fingers tremble when she reaches for her tea, and in that single, silent moment, with the hum of computers around you and the weight of six months of watching her slowly fold into herself, you are forced to ask yourself a question you never thought you’d have to face: What will you do—when the person who once stood by the side of your tormentor now stands before you in pieces, and the only thing keeping her from falling apart completely might be whether or not you decide to reach out?