Every time my brother-in-law drove me home, I would lose consciousness and wake up with unexplained aches and pains. My husband would only laugh and say, “You’re just out of shape, that’s all.” After the fourth ride, I secretly slipped a voice recorder into my purse and said nothing. That night, I listened to a phone conversation between the two of them that revealed my blackouts had never been accidental.
She asked what I needed.
I told her I wanted a single morning without feeling watched.
“That’s a reasonable thing to want,” she said.
I left with a referral for counseling and a plan for additional care.
For the first time since the recording, the future contained something other than an investigation.
PART 7
Julian filed for a temporary protective order against me the following Monday.
He claimed I had stolen proprietary business records, made threats against his family, and disappeared without warning because I was suffering from an emotional episode.
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