Who was charming to everybody they knew.

Who had, by year six, arranged things so that she had four friends left and no money in her own name and no idea whether her own account of her own life was accurate.

And then, when she left, he did the thing that men like that do, which is that he took the exact same skill set into family court.

Two years of filings.

Four separate reports to child protection, every one of them screened out, every one of them alleging some form of neglect at her house — the broken arm, a missed dental appointment, a bruise.

Every one of them documented, dated, and produced in a binder.