a licensed private investigator. It reflects our client’s serious and ongoing concerns about the child’s daily care.”
EzoicHe pointed to the stains.
“The boy regularly appears in dirty clothing,” he said. “His mother works unpredictable hours. She lives in a small apartment above a commercial bakery. She has recently lost one of her two jobs. She struggles to provide even basic personal care.”
He turned toward Grant.
“My client, on the other hand,” he said, “has a stable career, a spacious home in a safe neighborhood, and the resources to
give his son everything he needs. We are asking the court to grant Mr. Bellamy full custody.”
Beside me, Nolan lowered his head.
His cheeks went red. He pulled at the hem of his shirt like he wanted to hide the stains. I put my hand on his back and felt how small and warm he was through the thin fabric.
EzoicWatching my son be humiliated while his father sat across the room in a ten-thousand-dollar watch was almost more than I could stand.
Part Two: How We Got HereMy
