“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.

Will taking the police to the house make the legal fight worse?”

“It makes an official police report,” Gabriel corrected me.

“Records protect us.”

Dad got out of his chair.

“I’ll call to organise the police escort right away.

“Hold on a second, Dad,” I said.

He stopped, he turned again to my bed.

Why didn’t you tell me earlier that their company was under investigation?“ I asked in a hurt tone.