After I saved my husband’s life, he tried to take it all — yet my daughter caught the courtroom off guard: “I want to show you something that Mom doesn’t know about.”
But even as I said it, I knew I didn’t have a miracle.
“I want to live with you.”
The next morning, I wore the only suit that didn’t press against my scar.
Nick arrived with Daniel, polished and confident. They didn’t acknowledge me.
Inside the courtroom, I felt small.
Daniel spoke as if he’d rehearsed every syllable.
“My client has been the primary financial provider,” he said. “Rachel has demonstrated erratic behavior, vindictiveness, and instability following major surgery.”
I gripped the edge of the table. Of course, I was emotional. I’d lost a kidney and a marriage in the same week.
