She sat across from me in my office, her hands trembling around a cup of tea.

“They’ll tell everyone I’m crazy,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes.

“I know exactly how that feels,” I told her.

“He owns the house, the money, everything.”

“That’s exactly what he wants you to believe.”

She looked at the faint outline of my scars and seemed to find a small measure of hope.

“How did you finally win?” she asked softly.