Rachel reached across the desk and squeezed my hand.

“You are allowed to ask questions about your own life, Victoria.”

That afternoon, I made the first appointment on her list.

PART 4

Daniel Bennett did not resemble the television lawyers who entered courtrooms carrying a briefcase full of certain victories.

He was a soft-spoken man in his early fifties with a habit of removing his glasses when clients started apologizing for crying.

I apologized three times before we’d finished discussing my marriage.