Fair.
A word men like Ryan discovered only when consequences touched them.
Priya handed him an envelope.
“This letter outlines communication boundaries. You may see Lily under hospital supervision today if Claire consents, but you may not be alone with her, and you may not speak to Claire without counsel present.”
Ryan did not take the envelope.
“I’m her husband.”
Priya held it steady.
“And I am her attorney.”
The standoff lasted three seconds.
Ryan took the envelope.
Then he looked at me with that same cold disbelief from before.
“You’re making a mistake.”
I looked at Lily.
“No,” I said. “I already made one. I married you. I’m correcting it.”
His face changed.
The mask slipped just enough for everyone to see the rage beneath.
Then Dana appeared at the door.
“Is everything all right?”
Ryan put the mask back on.
“Everything is fine.”
“No,” I said. “He can leave now.”
