Olivia's pov I barely slept, again. But this time, it wasn’t fear keeping me up—it was purpose. There was something empowering about having all the evidence laid out on my table, about finally opening the box I’d kept sealed for over a year. I’d been afraid that confronting it would shatter me, but it didn’t. If anything, it lit a fire under me. I had proof. I had support. I had something worth fighting for. Myself. My child. And—whether I was ready to admit it out loud or not—Nathan. So when I woke the next morning, I wasn’t running. I was planning. The first thing I did was call my lawyer. Technically, former lawyer—Eleanor Braverman had represented me in the early stages of separating from Mitchell, back when I still believed the legal system would offer protection from men like him. It didn’t. Not really. But Eleanor had been one of the few people who genuinely tried. Who believed me. Who fought when no one else would. She picked up on the second ring. “Olivia?” she
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