Rukky sat in the waiting area of the county courthouse, her hands folded tightly in her lap. She wore a simple navy dress that covered the faded scars on her arms. The folder her attorney Sarah Mitchell held contained photographs of worse injuries.

"Are you ready?" Sarah asked gently. "We'll be called in soon. Remember, you don't have to see him. He wasn't notified of this hearing. We present our evidence, and if it's sufficient, the judge will grant a temporary restraining order."

"He'll ...