“My Husband Doesn’t Want You Here.” My Daughter Said It Behind a Wall of White Roses

Today was Monday. Four days to watch my daughter be used as a weapon against me.

“That’s not enough time, Alexis.”

“It has to be. Call me back soon.”

The line went dead. For exactly forty-seven seconds, there was silence. Then the buzzing started. One call. Two. Three. My phone vibrated like it was alive, trying to escape. Ten times in the next hour.continue reading …