Lucas
We got inside the building and I gave her a firm, reassuring squeeze as we walked up to the elevator that took us to the lawyer’s office.
"Emily, Lucas. Please, sit," the lawyer said, gesturing to the two leather chairs opposite her large desk. "Thank you for coming in before the hearing. I want to be absolutely sure we have our narrative straight. I know this is difficult, Emily, but I need you to walk me through it one more time. From the beginning every detail you can remember, no matter how small you think it is. The court needs to understand the pattern of control and abuse."
I watched Emily as she squared her shoulders. She took another deep breath and began to speak. Her voice, at first, was just a whisper, but as she spoke her voice became more confident. It was as if un
