I was living in a tiny apartment and working long night shifts at Saint Jude Medical Center to care for my three month old daughter Willow. I had recently fled a controlling marriage to a very wealthy man named Quentin Graves. I left with nothing but a suitcase to escape his mistreatment and start a safe life for my baby. My peace was suddenly broken when a process server handed me court documents showing Quentin was suing for emergency sole custody. His legal team had painted me as an unfit and impoverished mother to guarantee that the judge would take my child away.

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