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

This time, Bryce did not perform concern.

He walked past them with Vivian gripping his arm.

One reporter called, “Mr. Calloway, did you really serve divorce papers in the hospital?”

He said nothing.

Another asked, “Did you try to take control of the babies’ trust?”

Vivian snapped, “No comment,” so sharply it sounded like a confession.

Savannah expected to continue reading …