My husband locked me in a commercial freezer to get rid of me and our unborn babies. “No one will find you here,” he whispered, shutting the door. Against all odds, I gave birth to twins in the dark. Just as I lost hope, my husband’s worst enemy opened the door, and what he said next changed everything…
bedtime stories, and a fierce, protective love that knew no bounds.
Years flowed by, washing away the immediate terror of the past. I didn’t hide my story; I weaponized it. I became a vocal advocate and public speaker defending victims of domestic abuse. Together with Connor, we funded discrete shelters for women desperate to escape.
