“Please, arrest me. I’d rather go to jail than go back to that house…”

appeal process. I unfolded the densely typed, heavily redacted legal document, my eyes desperately scanning the dense legalese, utterly terrified that the fragile, beautiful peace we had just begun to build was about to be violently ripped away…

Chapter 6: The Light at the End of the Driveway

Two full years into the future, the exhausting, terrifying continue reading …