“He’s going to send you to prison,” she whimpered.

“He swore to me yesterday he’d wreck your military legacy if I ever talked to a lawyer or walked out of that house.”

“My legacy is sitting right here on this bed,” Richard said.

“Everything else is just paper and dirt.”

Emily raised her head, her eyes ringed with red.

“He took your bank accounts, Dad.

How are you supposed to live?”

“I’ve lived out of a canvas duffel for three years at a stretch,” Richard said gently.