“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.

“They’ll secure the garage and take the evidence under official video recording.”

The court convened the next afternoon for the emergency custody hearing.

Due to my physical injuries I attended the court proceedings via a secure high-definition video link from my hospital room, sitting up straight in bed, Dad and Gabriel at my side.

My husband and his parents were sitting at the defence table with 3 fancy corporate lawyers in the court room.

Still in their tailored designer suits, with expressions of supreme arrogance, they were fully expecting their money and social standing to blow the allegations away.