“Did he do that?”
“Yes.”
She closed her eyes.
“Okay.”
Apparently okay was the right word that night.
Not because any of it was okay.
Because okay meant:
I believe you.
What next?
Daniel was not immediately sentenced or thrown into prison.
He was removed from the house under temporary conditions after police reviewed the initial evidence.
The next morning, with help from the hospital and an attorney, I sought an emergency protective order.
A hearing would follow.
Daniel texted until his attorney told him to stop.
The messages changed tone every ten minutes.
I’m sorry.
Then:
You know I didn’t mean it.
Then:
Rachel manipulated you.
Then:
If you destroy my life over one bad moment, that’s on you.
Then:
Please come home.
Then:
You are not mentally capable of handling all this right now.
That last message bothered my attorney.
Her name was Monica Reyes.
