Especially because Collin had built every bit of the hardship his lawyer was describing.
Chapter 2: What He Manufactured
Two years earlier, Collin had ended our marriage, taken most of what was valuable in our home, and moved into a big townhouse.
He promised we’d settle the finances privately.
Three months later, he stopped answering me, and I was left paying for everything Lark needed alone.
My mother, Verna, moved into our little apartment above a bakery to help.
I served breakfast at a diner by day and cleaned downtown offices at night, and between the two incomes, we were managing. Tired, always tired, but managing.
Then Collin interfered, on purpose.
Through a golf buddy who managed the office building, he arranged an anonymous, false complaint about my work, and I lost the evening cleaning contract — my most dependable income.
He paid my landlord to call our apartment dirty and unfit for a child.
