41_The custody play

Lucian

The subtle knock on my office door came precisely at nine, as planned.

My lawyer, Carter, stepped inside, sharp suit, sharper eyes, carrying the thick manila envelope like it was a prize.

“It’s done,” he said, placing the envelope on my desk.

I let my fingers rest on it for a beat, savoring the weight of it.

Shared custody. A move long overdue.

Carter’s gaze flicked to mine. “I’ve arranged for the papers to be served this morning. She’ll get them ...