My ex-wife, Rebecca Hale, sat ten feet away from me with her attorney beside her, dabbing at her eyes with a folded tissue that never seemed to get wet. She wore the navy dress she used for funerals and depositions. Her hair was pinned perfectly. Her voice, when she spoke, broke in all the right places.
“Your Honor,” she whispered, “I am terrified for my daughter. Nathan has anger issues. Our child wakes up screaming. She flinches when men speak loudly. She has been traumatized by him.”
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