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.

broken only by Grace’s frustrated crying and my own ragged, panicked breathing.

“Look at me,” Janet commanded.

I couldn’t. I was afraid if I tore my eyes away from the screen, I might physically throw the remote through the glass.

“Carolyn. He is building a narrative,” she warned softly. “He is establishing a public record that paints you as mentally continue reading …