I knelt down, and I gathered my three children into my arms, and I walked them back to the waiting car.

The spectacle Grayson had built to humiliate his ex-wife had become, in under twenty minutes, the public record of his own undoing — and I had not had to lift a finger to make it so.

I had only had to arrive, and let the truth do the rest.

Chapter 13 — What I Refused

By Sunday evening the clips were everywhere — social feeds, regional news, a hundred strangers narrating my life in captions.

I could have used it.