As if guardianship petitions filed themselves.
“You could stop this,” he whispered.
Vanessa grabbed his sleeve.
“Daniel.”
He pulled away.
“You’ve proved your point.”
I stared at my son for a long moment.
“My point?”
His eyes hardened.
There he was.
The boy I knew.
Not frightened.
Angry that consequences had arrived.
“You want revenge because Dad left everything complicated.”
I said nothing.
“You never trusted me.”
“No.”
His mouth opened.
I continued.
“I stopped trusting you when you gave me a reason.”
The judge returned before Daniel could answer.
Everyone stood.
When we sat, Judge Mercer did something unexpected.
He looked at Curtis Hale.
“Counsel, before we proceed, I need to ask whether you were aware of these recordings.”
Curtis glanced at Daniel.
