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.

my absence.

“I’m done running,” I told the room. “Let’s burn it down.”

The Department of Transportation headquarters was a brutalist concrete structure in downtown Lincoln. The hearing room was packed with contractors, state officials, and a handful of bored local reporters.
Janet, Tom, Denise, and I sat in the very back row. I held Grace against my chest;continue reading …