Cole a monster.
It simply gave our separation structure.
I’d once imagined justice would mean Cole suffering exactly as I had.
Instead, it meant opening my bank statements without fear.
Buying diapers without defending the expense.
Visiting Mother whenever I wanted.
Disabling location sharing.
Leaving my phone on the nightstand rather than hiding it beneath my pillow.
Hearing an elevator without fearing what the next five minutes might bring.
Small freedoms became my definition of wealth.
Eventually, I moved into a townhouse outside the city.
It lacked the grandeur of
