By the time I moved into my new house, the word new had started to feel like a bit of a fucking joke. New house. New relationship. New beginning. That's what it was supposed to be. Except I'd brought the nightmare through the front door with me. By then, he was tangled into practically every part of my life. My house. My car. My bank account. My phone. My location. My work. My time. And increasingly? My body. The violence wasn't one isolated incident anymore. It was becoming