My husband pushed me down the stairs, and as I lay shattered at the bottom, my mother-in-law called my father and said, “Come get your worthless daughter and take her back.” Dad gave her only one warning: “If she has so much as a scratch, your family will answer for it.” They laughed at him because they had absolutely no idea who my father truly was.
“The cases that hurt most were when someone needed help and the system moved too slowly.”
“Then you know how it feels.”
“I know a little.
But this is your life, not one of my cases.
I can’t investigate it for you or rescue Lily with an old title.”
I looked at him.
“What can you do?”
“Bring you to appointments.