It was yet another difficult stretch for the Everses’ marriage. Myrlie was at loggerheads with herself. She couldn’t bear to leave the man she loved and didn’t have the heart to take his children from him. But staying meant accepting that the danger she and he lived with every day would now be shared by a nine-year-old and a seven-year-old. Still, Myrlie could do little but give way. “Needless to say, love won,” she said. “I loved my husband. I respected him terribly.”
