My shoulders curved forward from exhaustion. My eyes had lost their light. I’d given the best years of my life to a man who’d thrown me away like garbage.
For the first time since Brandon left, I broke down completely. I slid to the bathroom floor and sobbed. Deep, ugly, painful sobs that came from somewhere dark inside me.
I cried for the girl who’d believed in love. I cried for the sacrifices that meant nothing. I cried for six years of my life I’d never get back.
That’s where Maggie found me three hours later. She’d used her emergency key when I didn’t answer her calls. She took one look at me on that bathroom floor and sat down beside me, pulling me into her arms.
«He’s destroying you,» she said quietly. «We can’t let him win, Grace.»
«There’s nothing to win, Maggie. Look at me. No degree. No career. No savings. He’s right. I have nothing.»
Maggie pulled back and grabbed my shoulders, forcing me to look at her. «You have the truth. And the truth is powerful.»
Over the next three weeks, Maggie worked like she was possessed. She became my lawyer officially, taking my case without charging me a penny.