I was six months free of an abusive relationship when I got the text. It was from Beau, a coworker.
“Someone sent me nude pics of you,” he wrote. 120 more words
Half an hour later we pulled up to the high-rise where my husband and I had been living for almost a year, one of those swanky buildings with a marble lobby, a jolly doorman and an aggressively starched, dehydrated concierge. 1,217 more words