My Husband Demanded My $5 Million Lakefront Deed to Save His Failing Company—Then His Mother Shoved Me Down the Stairs and He Served Me Divorce Papers in the Hospital
Coffee shop downstairs.
No fourteen-step staircase.
Phoebe asked:
“Are you avoiding home?”
“Yes.”
“Does that bother you?”
“Yes.”
“Then decide when avoidance stops helping.”