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”

and I didn’t speak for a long time. When we finally did, almost a year later, it wasn’t a reconciliation so much as a careful, cautious beginning. He’d left Vanessa the week she was arrested and hadn’t seen or spoken to her since. He was in his own therapy now too, working through what it meant that he’d stood in a doorway and watched his father get continue reading …