I slid the pen across the table.
Then his lawyer frowned.
She reread the final pages, whispered to him. His smile vanished.
“Mr. Wright,” she said, “there’s an additional matter to address.”
Daniel frowned. “It’s done.”
“Your wife filed a separate petition three weeks ago regarding sole legal custody, educational authority, and relocation.”
He turned to me. “What is she talking about?”
“I’m talking about Ethan.”
Daniel believed money was power. He never understood that parenting is decided in details.
Three months before the divorce, he’d accepted a promotion that kept him traveling most of the week. Missed conferences. Missed appointments. Missed signatures.
And all of it was documented.
With Margaret’s help, I filed for sole decision-making authority. Daniel had already signed his consent, buried in travel paperwork he never read. He trusted me to “handle the family stuff.”
I did.
