My narcissistic mother shoved my pregnant wife in a courthouse and laughed—but she had no idea the ruthless attorney behind me was about to change everything.

our lives. We had sold the remaining commercial real estate and placed the proceeds into trusts for Hope. We renovated the Evanston house, stripping out the dark carpets and opening walls to let the light pour through. The house that had been a battleground was now a sanctuary.

Eleanor was still incarcerated. She had six months remaining on her sentence.continue reading …