“You looked at a frightened, broke, pregnant woman and you each saw something to use.

Mike saw a problem he could walk away from.

Tiffany saw a product she could sell.

You both looked at me at the lowest moment of my life and you decided I was broken.”

I bent and lifted Lily up onto my hip, and she wrapped an arm around my neck, unbothered, waiting patiently for the cake she had been promised, and I looked at Mike over the top of my daughter’s head.

“I’m not built for your cruelty, Mike,” I said.