I came to three days later in the hospital. He had made up some story about me running into the edge of the kitchen door--and the police believed him.
That evening he went out for awhile than came back handing me this little lamp he bought at a flea market. "A 'love light' to say I'm sorry," He said, insincerely.
I took the lamp, and when he turned to go I brought it down on his head, putting out his lights forever.