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before I can answer any questions or give any advice,” he says, getting straight to business. I like that. No fluff and no muss.
    I take a deep breath and exhale before I begin. It’s going to be ugly. I tell every single detail of my marriage to the attorney. The mental and physical abuse, the rapes, and then I tell him about his handling of Stella the day before I left.
    “Do you have any documentation of any of this to back you up? I believe you, but we need to show the judge some type of physical evidence,” he says. I nod.
    “I, uh, I had to go to the emergency room a few times,” I admit.
    “For? And which one, so I can subpoena the records.”
    I don’t look over to Bates. I can’t. He’s going to know the truth now, how disgusting I am.
    “Scotty… uh… He raped me anally one night and I bled , a lot. I also miscarried a baby when he beat me another time. I was twenty-weeks pregnant. The police came both times and filled out a report, but I was too scared to actually press charges. All of the other instances were small things, fractures and bruising that his family physician treated me for. I don’t think he kept records of it, though.”
    Mr. Jones gives me a sad look once he’s finished writing everything down, and then asks for a list of dates and times when all of these instances occurred.
    “I can’t remember all of them,” I confess.
    “Well, the big ones. Can you write down the big ones? Take tonight to think about it and then just drop it off to my office tomorrow before you leave town. I’ll get started on this immediately. In the meantime, I’m going to petition to have an emergency restraining order placed against Mr. Corbin,” he says. Relief floods my body.
    “What about custody? I don’t have a job, and I have no education,” I admit, embarrassed.
    “Don’t worry, honey. With the types of abuse you suffered, no judge in his right mind is going to place your little girl with him. If he gets any at all, it will be supervised. But I’m pushing for you having sole custody and spousal support so that you can get an education and enter the workforce. It’s extremely common in cases where one parent stays home in the marriage. He’ll pay.”
    Mr. Jones’ eyes darken a bit and I bite back a gasp. Until now, he’s been so kind and gentle, understanding even. I see a darker side to him, a side he must not show often, and I’m glad he’ll be next to me in court, fighting for me.
    “Okay, I will have the list to you tomorrow. Thank you again, so much,” I gush as I stand and shake his hand.
    Bates shakes his hand as well but doesn’t say a word. He hasn’t the entire time, and I wonder if the truth disgusted him as much as I thought it would. At least now I know. It’s better that he finds out now the types of things that have been done to me. It’s better he knows just how weak I am, just how Scotty has destroyed me. He’ll never look at me the same again — and it’s all for the better. He needs to find a girl, a good girl, someone whose body hasn’t been used and abused since she was fifteen years old.
    In silence, we leave the attorney’s office. We ride the elevator down and pass the snooty receptionist on our way outside. I expect to see the SUV waiting for us, but it isn’t there. Bates doesn’t stop. His hand wraps around mine as he walks straight down the street. I try to pull back, but he’s on a mission. I blindly follow, unsure of our destination, but trusting him too much to worry.
    When we stop, it’s in front of a beautiful red bridge that has a walkway underneath it. I look around for the first time and am surprised to see that we are in a park. There’s even a pond. Bates doesn’t say a word as he sits down and rests his back against a tree. He tugs my hand and I follow suit, sitting right next to him.
    “He did all that shit to you, for years?” he asks, his voice low, deep, and gravelly.
    “He did,” I admit, unable to look at him.
    “Never