I’d always thought she was brave. Brave for leaving Vince. Brave for writing a book that was hard for her even when she knew she’d face backlash. Brave for marrying—for trusting me and allowing me in when she’d been let down so many times before. But hearing her stand up to my brothers shocked me but didn’t surprise me at the same time. She was a fighter, and she wasn’t just fighting for her own happy ending. She was fighting for mine.
