I woke up in the company clinic and overheard my husband plotting against me—so I sent one text to my attorney that set everything in motion

is not a medical clearance.”

“No, but it’s excellent motivation.”

For the first time that night, Daniel came close to smiling.

Ruth helped me to my feet. My legs were unreliable beneath me, but I refused the wheelchair until Dr. Cole said plainly that pride would not read well in a medical report. So I sat, wrapped in a gray company blanket, while Daniel continue reading …