He Sneered in Divorce Court, Certain I Was Alone. Then My Mother Entered.

He sat there in his three-thousand-dollar suit, laughing with his high-priced shark of a lawyer, pointing a manicured finger at the empty chair beside me. Keith Simmons thought the divorce was already over. He thought that by stripping me of my bank accounts, canceling my credit cards, and isolating me from our friends, I would crumble into dust. He had even told the judge during the deposition that I was too incompetent to hire counsel.

But Keith forgot one crucial detail about my past. Specifically, he forgot whose blood runs through my veins.