My Husband Said a Foster Child Would Leave With Nothing—Then a DNA Match Brought a Man With a Silver Cane to Our Divorce Hearing

“Eggs and toast.

And milk, please.”

Patrick looked annoyed, then composed himself.

When the waitress left, he set his water on a paper coaster.

“I checked the safe.”

I waited.

“You could have asked for a copy.”

“I needed a copy of my agreement.”