PART 3 The courthouse smelled like wet coats, old paper, and coffee that had been burned for too many hours.

the hospital, she could hear the performance in him.

Cleanly.

Clearly.

“I’m here because you filed against me,” she said.

His smile tightened.

“I filed to protect the children.”

Margaret laughed softly.

It was not a kind laugh.

Bryce’s eyes flicked toward her.

Vivian stepped forward.

“Savannah, dear, nobody wants to fight. We simply believe Bryce is better positioned continue reading …