Julian answered with paperwork.
The next morning, a process server handed me a thick manila envelope. My fingers shook badly enough that I tore the flap down the middle.
Julian had petitioned for an emergency restraining order. He called me violent and unstable.
His doctor’s report listed a sprained elbow and severe contusions from my supposed “unprovoked attack.” A second filing asked for temporary sole custody of Lily.
My phone began buzzing before I finished reading. A friend had sent me an anonymous blog post written by a “concerned colleague” of Julian’s.
The sugary prose sounded like Mia. It described a brilliant husband trapped with a delusional, violent wife who posed a danger to her child.
The writer avoided naming a diagnosis while suggesting I had one.
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