He stepped into our small living room and laid his briefcase flat on the coffee table next to my red folder.

He unzipped the briefcase, took out a thick document sealed in a manila envelope, and placed it neatly between us.

“That’s the final divorce decree and sole custody order Judge Miller signed at nine this morning,” Marcus said.

“Is everything in there as written?” I asked.

“Sole legal custody, sole physical custody, and full authority over all future medical decisions,” Marcus said.

“Daniel accepted the court’s terms without filing an appeal.”