I looked at the blue folder on the bookshelf.

It was no longer hidden beneath blankets.

I had locked the sensitive originals away with my attorney, and what remained at home were working copies and notes.

I had never wanted a palace.

I wanted a door I could close without being told I had no right to choose what happened behind it.

PART 22

The divorce moved toward resolution during the summer, though the wider business dispute continued.

Kyle and I reached a parenting agreement after several sessions with professionals focused on Miles’s needs.