Not because I fell.
Because I had walked.
Julian never saw any of that.
He had no idea I was recovering.
That became important later.
PART 10
Our first major divorce hearing happened seven weeks after Hazel was born.
I attended in a wheelchair.
Not because I could not stand.
Because Sarah advised me not to turn recovery into theater.
The case was about facts.
Not proving anything.
Julian entered with a new attorney.
He looked older.
Thinner.
His expensive suit no longer fit properly.
He saw me.
His expression changed.
For one second, I saw something like grief.
Then he looked at Hazel’s stroller beside Caroline.
His eyes softened.
I hated that.
Because part of him probably did love our daughter.
People can love someone and still be dangerous to them.
That was the lesson I had learned.
The hearing addressed temporary custody.
