Chapter 10

Here is what nobody tells you about surviving. It doesn't feel like winning. It feels like a very long hallway. They searched my house that afternoon. I sat on my own front steps in a borrowed jacket and watched men in Tyvek carry out my kitchen in pieces: the blue mug, the kettle, the spice shelf, the little tin of stevia I had never once used. A young evidence tech came out holding a paper bag and stopped in front of me. "Ma'am. Is this yours?" Inside was a strip of photographs from a...