“That’s abandonment.”
“Maybe not legally,” I said. “But he can make my life miserable enough that leaving feels like the only option. He’s good at that. I need to know what happens if I confront him. I need to know my options.”
“Charity—”
“Please,” I interrupted. “Just tell me what I can do.”
She sighed, and I heard papers rustling again, the sound of continue reading …
