My Husband Texted “Stay Upstairs” Before Our Son’s Birthday—Then an Officer at the Door and a Blue Folder Changed What He Thought He Knew
“Will you make Ethan leave?” she asked.
“Not today.”
Relief crossed her face, followed by caution.
“And after today?”
“We’ll get separate advice.
We need temporary arrangements before we make larger decisions.”
“Separate lawyers.”
“Yes.”