Her right sneaker lace hung loose, untwisted for the first time all afternoon.

“What kind of injunction?” Ava asked.

Daniel didn’t turn to look at her.

He reached across the table and touched the printed email thread from April, his knuckles brushing against the velvet box where the gold necklace sat open.

“These email excerpts are completely out of context,” Daniel said, turning the page toward me.

“I was trying to manage Melissa’s expectations so she wouldn’t file an emergency petition for child support changes in court.”

“You told her in writing that you were waiting until I paid down the main home equity balance before you moved out to Golden,” I said.