Bryce can finally have the family he always wanted.”

I turned to face her, slowly.

“Bryce already had a family.”

No one in that room had anything to say to that.

I have thought since about the divorce attorney — a stranger, a professional, a man who had surely watched a thousand marriages end across that same desk — and about the fact that he was the only person in the room who spoke up for my daughters.

Not their grandmother.