Tilt your head back, he’d said with the exact intimate tone her father had used when she’d gotten a bloody nose on his watch as a kid, and later she found out that tilting backward is the exact wrong thing to do for a bleeding nose, but she did as she was told, both as a girl and right then, and tasted blood in the back of her throat; but when he’d come toward her with a dish towel, she’d instinctively flinched away from his hand, and he threw the towel at her feet. You’re trying to make me seem like a villain! This is not my fault!