The Weight of the Suitcase
“You didn’t come this far to be afraid again,” Espe said.
“If he wants a courtroom, we’ll meet him in a courtroom.” Reza laid out clean records proving the car was bought with Idelle’s own pre-marriage savings, and against a documented history of violence, the court denied Everett’s demands and set strict, supervised conditions for any contact at all.
Idelle walked out of the courthouse holding her mother’s hand.
“Did we win?” “I don’t know if that’s the word,” Espe said softly.
“But you’re not afraid of him anymore.” For Espe, that was worth more than any ruling.
The change in Idelle over that year was the thing Espe treasured most, more than the coordinator title, more than the paper trail she was so proud of.