Then I took a screenshot and sent it to a new email account Eva had helped me create.

After years of trying to make my husband understand my feelings, I found myself carefully preserving his words instead.

In the morning, Edward called with a referral to a family-law attorney, Nadia Shah.

Eva drove me to her office, a modest suite above a pharmacy, where the receptionist offered tea and nobody looked impressed when I said my former address.

Nadia listened as I described the marriage, the financial dependence, the medical treatments, and the papers abandoned on the porch.