And he seemed convinced that the same financial argument would help him secure primary custody.

Judge Marion Callahan entered shortly after nine.

Everyone stood.

She took her seat, reviewed the thick files in front of her, and then looked toward the empty chair at my table.

“Where is Mrs. Pembroke?”

Tristan glanced at his platinum watch and smiled faintly at his attorneys.

“Nora has never been especially concerned with other people’s schedules, Your Honor.”

Chloe covered a quiet laugh with her hand.