And they’ll hear it from a judge, not from you.” He tapped his pen once on the pad.

“I’d rather you weren’t caught off guard.”

“Mr.

Bellamy, I’ve spent three years keeping my life apart from that family.

Whatever Walter wrote, he wrote because he wanted it to be heard.”

Thomas looked at me for a moment and then nodded.

“Then we’re ready for May fourteenth.”

The drive back home took me twenty-five minutes in the early afternoon traffic.