At thirty four years old I never imagined I would be boarding an early morning flight out of Boise Idaho with my eleven month old daughter Maisie and a single worn suitcase. My name is Jenna Carver and until six weeks ago I believed my
marriage to Bradley Carver was worth saving. While Bradley presented himself as the most charming family man at social gatherings our daily routine behind closed doors felt entirely suffocating. He maintained strict control over our household finances and made me feel I required his explicit permission to make basic decisions. After discovering he was secretly seeing a woman from his office I gathered my remaining courage and asked for an immediate separation. Bradley responded with cruelty warning me I would fail as a single mother as he transferred our shared funds into a separate account. Those harsh words echoed in my mind as I packed our belongings in the chilly dawn air. My childhood friend Kelly Nelson generously offered us a temporary safe haven in Omaha Nebraska so I held my daughter close and headed to the airport seeking an honest fresh start
