“Come get your worthless daughter and take her back,” my mother-in-law shouted my father as I lay broken at the bottom of the stairs after my husband shoved me down. “Your family will answer for it if she has even a scratch,” was the sole warning Dad offered her. They had no notion who my father really was, so they made fun of him.

A heavy, sickening feeling settled deep in my gut.

My husband personally forged my name on a multi-million dollar corporate liability document.

“Ms.

Croft, why come forward to tell us this now?

Gabriel asked, suspiciously.

Her voice trembled and Laura looked down at her hands.

Tonight Eleanor Sutter emailed me a copy of the emergency custody filing.

Why would she send you their custody filing?” I asked, bewildered.