Russell’s Version

Sarah Haddon's colonial on Birchfield Lane looks like the good life: a celebrated husband, a bright daughter, a quiet Connecticut street. Behind the front door, her defense-attorney husband controls the money, the medication, and the story everyone believes about her sanity. A burner phone in his coat pocket finally hands Sarah proof of what he's building — and seventy-two hours before a family court hearing that could take her daughter for good. Truth is a poor weapon against a man who writes the rules.