The photograph.
The wound records.
My statement.
The medication discrepancies.
The financial inquiries only as context for coercive behavior—not as proof of every crime we suspected.
The judge extended the order.
Daniel could not contact me directly.
He could retrieve personal belongings from the house under arranged conditions.
He could communicate through counsel about the divorce we had now filed.
Yes.
Divorce.
I filed twenty-three days after leaving the hospital.
People asked whether I was sure.
I had cancer.
I was recovering.
Divorce would be stressful.
Did I want to make such a big decision while vulnerable?
That question annoyed me more than it should have.
Being sick did not erase my ability to recognize danger.
Monica asked once.
“Are you certain?”
“Yes.”
She never asked again.
Daniel reacted through his lawyer.
He wanted reconciliation counseling.
I declined.
Then he wanted access to the house.
We arranged retrieval.
Then he claimed half my inherited investment account should be marital because some income had been used for household expenses.
