Mark hadn’t said a word since we entered the lawyer’s office. His whole body was tense, his fists clenched at his sides like he was holding back from punching something—or someone.I stood next to him, watching as the officer led us inside. The room was plain, just a desk, a few chairs, and a single woman standing near the window. She was wearing a black suit, her dark hair pinned back, looking professional and sharp.

But when she turned around, I could literally feel the tension, Mark’s ...