“Is there… any chance you stop this?” he whispered.
I thought about Sophie and Evan, about what children learn from watching adults. Love isn’t a speech. It’s a boundary.
“No,” I said. “But I’ll be fair.”
He sniffed. “Fair?”
“Yes,” I replied. “You’ll receive what the law allows. Not what you demand.”
I ended the call.
Naomi released a breath. “You handled that well.”
I stood, walked to the window, and watched the city continue on—cars moving, lights blinking, life indifferent to his collapse.
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