Most importantly:
“Build a safe exit before you need one.”
So I did.
Quietly.
My friend Mara Collins owned a small furnished townhouse on the other side of Rosehaven.
She had recently accepted a six-month project in Vancouver.
I told her only that Adrian and I were having serious problems and I might need temporary housing.
She handed me a key.
“No questions?”
“One.”
“What?”
“Do the kids like bunk beds?”
I almost cried.
Over the next month, I moved things gradually.
Documents first.
