Emma fell asleep quickly, exhausted from crying. But Liam stayed awake, his eyes reflecting the parking lot lights.
“Dad wouldn’t let this happen,” he whispered.
I reached back to squeeze his hand. “You’re right. And neither will I.”
The next morning, I dropped the kids at school, assuring them I’d have everything figured out by pickup time. Then I sat in my car and broke down completely.
When I could breathe again, I called Ryan’s lawyer, Robert. My hands shook so badly I could barely hold the phone.
“Catherine,” he answered warmly. “I was going to call you next week. How are you holding up?”
“Not well. Margaret changed the locks on our house. She threw our stuff out. We slept in my car last night.”
There was a pause, then: “She did WHAT?”
I repeated myself, tears threatening again.
“That’s illegal,” Robert said, his voice hardening. “Completely illegal. Does she think —” He stopped. “Did Ryan leave a will? Is that what you’re calling about?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Please tell me he did.”
“He did. In fact, I was scheduled to bring it to you next week.” He paused. “Why don’t you come to my office right now?”
An hour later, I sat across from Robert as he slid a document across his desk.
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