The prison gate opened at 6:12 on a gray October morning, and the first thing I noticed was that my husband had not come for me. Two years earlier, Adrian Cole had stood in court beside his mistress and sworn I had attacked her and caused the loss of their unborn child. Now I stepped onto the wet pavement with everything I owned in one paper bag and understood something he never had: I no longer needed him to come back.

I came home to bathe my seventy-eight-year-old mother, but she BEGGED me not to unbutton her coat; beneath it were bruises, restraint marks, and proof…

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