Three days after I gave birth to twins, my husband showed up with his mistress and divorce papers. “Take $3 million and sign it. I only want the kids.” I signed… and disappeared that night. By morning, he realized something was terribly wrong.

recovery, frantic feeding schedules, and impending legal dread.
On my first morning in Lincoln, I sat hunched over Janet’s yellow Formica kitchen table, drowning in an oversized bathrobe. Janet slid a mug of black coffee toward me that looked strong enough to strip paint.

“Drink that before you completely fade away,” she ordered.

I wrapped my cold hands continue reading …