“We don’t need lawyers ripping our family history apart in front of a judge,” Grant said.

“Sign Hale’s draft when it comes tomorrow, and we can tell the court we worked out a friendly agreement ourselves.”

“You get financial security, and Sophie gets to keep the life she knows.”

I looked down at the gray stuffed rabbit Sophie had left sitting on the end of the wooden bench.

“I’ll read every line of the document before I sign anything, Grant.”

Grant gave a soft chuckle, getting to his feet and brushing stray wood chips off his trousers.