supporting our entire marriage.
Ryan truly believed I could not afford to leave him.
I opened the passenger door.
“You should call your attorney.”
For the first time all evening, Ryan had nothing to say.
Part 3 — Eleven Months of Quiet Preparation
Forty minutes later, the sedan entered the underground garage of a secure apartment building in downtown Nashville.
My family-law attorney, Rachel Donovan, waited near the elevator.
Rachel had represented me quietly for eleven months.
When she saw me, she said three words that nearly broke the composure I
