Every Friday at 6 p.m. my daughter called me without fail, and the one week my phone stayed silent I drove to her house and heard a sound from upstairs that turned our quiet Tennessee life into something I still can’t fully talk about

whatever she might need. Now it was going to legal fees.

“You need protection,” Margaret said at our first meeting. “Kevin’s team will attack your credibility relentlessly. We have to be proactive.”

I signed the retainer agreement and tried not to think about how that money had been set aside for my granddaughter, not for fighting her father’s lies.continue reading …