I felt heat rise in my throat.
Not anger.
Memory.
April 21st was the day I found Savannah’s ultrasound.
April 28th was the day Marcus ordered the nursery repainted from sage green to white because Savannah said green was “too farmhouse.”
May 2nd was the night Marcus invited investors to our dining room and let one of them make a joke about “starter wives” while I sat eight feet away carrying his child.
I did not cry then.
I would not cry now.
Claire stood.
“Your Honor, the staff affidavits were obtained by Mr. Vale’s head of domestic operations, who reports directly to Mr. Vale’s executive assistant. We have not had the opportunity to depose these individuals.”
Bennett said, “This is a temporary hearing.”
Claire said, “Then perhaps counsel should stop attempting a permanent character assassination.”
My father’s mouth moved slightly.
Not a smile.
Almost.
Then Savannah made her second mistake.
