Pediatrician.

Divorced.

Owns real property.

One child, age 11 — manage transfer of assets. That was the line that finally broke me.

Not fear of what had nearly happened, but grief for the tired, trusting woman I’d been that first night, so quietly grateful that an elegant stranger seemed to care about my work with sick children.

Chapter 15 — The Trial

My parents asked us to come stay with them at their home down in the Rio Grande Valley, and I said yes before my mother had finished the sentence.

The first weeks were hard in ways I hadn’t expected.