Returning early after three months, the millionaire choked back tears, expecting his daughter to run into his arms. Instead, she whispered, “Daddy, you’re back early.” Stepping inside, he saw her shivering in rags, while his wife lived in luxury. He froze, knelt down, and asked softly, “Who did this to you?”

People safely insulated from the meat-grinder of the judicial system always believe six months is a brief interlude. For me, it was a waking nightmare stretched across an eternity. There were endless depositions, horrific psychological evaluations, invasive forensic audits of her bank accounts, grueling character assassinations, and one uniquely degrading continue reading …