The restraining order was delivered at six AM.
I was still in bed when the knock came. Security let in a process server who handed me papers and left before I'd fully processed what was happening.
Emergency Order of Protection
Petitioner: Ethan Carter
Respondent: Violet Carter
I read through it twice, my brain refusing to accept the words.
Ethan had filed a restraining order. Against me. Claiming I'd been harassing him. Threatening him. Sending him "concerning messages that suggest potential for violence."
"This is insane," I said to Harper on the phone minutes later. "I haven't contacted him. I blocked his number weeks ago."
"What's the evidence?" Harper was already awake, always ready for crisis mode.
I flipped through the attachments. Screenshots of text messages. From my numbe
