For Seven Years I Sent Forty Thousand Dollars Every January, Until Emma Finally Spoke
Mark leaned forward and pressed his palms flat against the wood, dodging her accusation completely.
“We can settle this quietly,” Mark said.
“We don’t need courts or deputies in our business.”
I sat perfectly still and watched him scramble for a handhold.
“Drop the court petition right now,” Mark said.
“I’ll let you have Emma on weekends again.”
He pushed the blue binders an inch toward my side of the table.
“I’ll even put the visitation agreement in writing today,” Mark said.
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