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At 3 a.m., I received a call from my mother—her voice trembling: “Help… me.” I drove 300 miles through a blizzard and found her standing outside the hospital gates in the freezing darkness—barefoot, covered in bruises, abandoned by her stepfather and her own son. So I made sure they suffered ten times that pain.
Chapter 1: The Blizzard and the Bruise At exactly 3:07 a.m., my phone vibrated against the mahogany nightstand. I answered it in the dark, my brain fogged by sleep, only …
