At 2:27 a.m., My Dad Called: “Your Sister-in-Law Beat Me with a Baseball Bat—But She Told Police I Attacked Her Because I’m Mentally Ill”

through fragile and terrified, almost too weak for me to recognize right away. He was calling from the holding area of the Franklin County Police Department.

“Natalie, please help me,” he whispered. “Your sister-in-law is lying about me. She told the police I attacked her with a baseball bat.”

I pushed myself upright, sheets pooling in my lap. “And Eric?continue reading …