“But does Mom still love me?”

Ross answered without looking at her.

“That doesn’t matter right now. Just do what I say.”

On stage, Corinne closed her eyes. She had watched the recording before. Hearing that question fill a room of three hundred people opened the wound all over again.

The third file was worse.

“Once we get full custody,” Ross’s voice boomed through the speakers, “we can claim part of her military pension and keep the house equity.