Adrian didn’t raise his voice.

He didn’t slam the door.

He didn’t shatter a glass or punch a wall.

He simply said, “Enough.”

And walked out of the room like a man going to war.

I followed him. Quietly. Slowly. My legs shaky beneath the weight of everything that had come before and everything about to come after.

“Adrian?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

He didn’t stop moving. “She wants a war. I’ll give her one.”

“But the custody hearing……”

“She ...