Chapter 3 - The Midnight Exit
I packed three large suitcases with my clothes, Chloe’s essentials, and my hard drives. I didn't touch David’s things. I didn't touch the furniture. I only took what mattered.
I called my sister, Sarah, who lived thirty minutes away in a gated apartment complex.
"I'm leaving him," I said when she answered. "Can we stay with you tonight?"
"I'll have the guest room ready in twenty minutes. Keep your doors locked until you're in the car," Sarah said. She was a no-nonsense ER nurse who had never liked David.
I carried Chloe to her car seat while Margaret was locked in her room, likely on the phone with David, spinning more lies. As I pulled out of the driveway, I didn't look back. The house that had felt like a prison for four years was suddenly just a building in my rearview mirror.
Once Chloe was safely asleep in my sister's guest room, I opened my laptop. I logged into our joint bank accounts. To my absolute horror, the savings account where I had been depositing my freelance income for our "future home" was almost entirely drained.
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David had been funneling thousands of dollars into a separate account. An account with Margaret’s name on it.
They hadn't just been abusing me emotionally. They had been robbing me blind.
