His certainty that I was nothing was the exact thing that made me dangerous.

I only had to hold still, and look afraid, and let him keep talking.

He built the case himself.

They always do.

Chapter 7 — Two Black SUVs

I signed their second document — a duress-soaked addendum I knew would never survive a courtroom — and I walked out of that house into a torrential summer downpour with a single gym bag over my shoulder.

I did not stop.