To the Morrison family, I was merely the inconvenient, pregnant ex-wife—a woman to be tolerated, mocked, and eventually discarded

from inside me that I was no longer fighting for myself alone. The fear that had kept me quiet for months began to disappear, not dramatically, but cleanly, like a curtain being pulled back.

I reached into my purse with wet fingers and pulled out my phone.

Brendan’s smile widened. “Calling someone to pick you up, Cassidy?”