Right after our honeymoon ended, my husband said it was time for me to learn “the rules of being a wife.” I calmly changed into my boxing clothes and gloves.

degree and built a quiet career investigating financial abuse for the state attorney general. The gym was mine, but it was also where I ran free self-defense clinics for survivors. The camera system existed because threats sometimes followed them through the door.

I touched the signature line. “Your mother prepared this?”

His eyes brightened. He believed continue reading …