My husband forced me to sleep in our car every night because my pregnancy kept him awake,

PART ONE — THE WOMAN IN THE PARKING LOT

The night my husband decided that our unborn daughter was less important than his sleep, he threw my car keys onto the bed and told me to get out.

I was thirty-four weeks pregnant, barely able to bend over without gasping, and wearing the old T-shirt I had slept in since the beginning of my third trimester.