I looked out her window at Seventeenth Street.

I had been right. I had been completely, provably, federally right about a man who left me bleeding on a highway shoulder and walked into my hospital room with divorce papers.

And I might be the reason he walks.

Chapter 11 — Who’s Paying

Daniel Thorne pushes a broom outside a budget hotel on New York Avenue. I know this because I saw him do it at a crosswalk in October, holding my children’s hands, and felt precisely nothing.

His appellate team is Brennan, Wilcox & Duarte.

I had to look them up, which tells you how far outside my world they operate. Three named partners, a fourteen-attorney appellate practice, offices on K Street.