“Does he love us?” Kayden asked.
The innocent question hurt me more than any insult ever could.
“To love is not to show up one day and suddenly feel something, because to love is to arrive with respect, to care, and to stay. If he wants to know you, he will have to learn how to do that,” I explained.
As soon as they fell asleep, I called my trusted lawyer, Nora Higgins. She had kept the legal file I named “In case the Becketts return” for five long years. It contained medical analyses, ultrasounds, unanswered emails, hospital records, and proof of a million-dollar transfer that I had rejected after the divorce.
The following morning, Nora officially notified Damian’s lawyers that there would be no unexpected visits, no approaching the school, and no DNA testing without professional psychological supervision.
Damian accepted all the strict conditions with a speed that genuinely surprised me.
