“Maybe now you’ll learn your place,” my mother-in-law sneered after my husband attacked me while I held our sick baby post-surgery. Weak and trembling, I locked us in the room and dialed one number. Minutes later, heavy boots kicked down the front door, and my husband’s face went pale as my father walked in wearing his general’s uniform and said…
The following evening, a silver-haired shark of a family law attorney named Margaret Walsh walked into my room. Recommended by the hospital’s crisis social worker, Margaret took one look at my bruised arms and the medical chart, and she went to war.
“We are filing for an emergency ex-parte custody order granting you sole physical and continue reading …
