“You’ve always been in the way,” my sister whispered, shoving me out of the chopper while my husband watched, silent and complicit for the $5M payout. Everyone thought I was dead. But when I pushed open the church doors during my funeral service, my husband went pale. I locked eyes with him and said…

and hollow, aching grief. “I feel like the woman who married him is buried right there,” I pointed to the dirt. “And I have no idea who I am now.”

Reeves put a warm hand on my shoulder. “You’re the woman who survived. That’s a damn good place to start.”

Chapter 6: The Anatomy of Aftermath

The trial was a grotesque circus. For three agonizing weeks, the continue reading …