Ms.

Vance has a plan.”

“Everyone has a plan.”

“Then let’s not make this ugly for the kids.” She checked her nails again, three quick sweeps of her thumb.

“There’s still time to file a joint parenting agreement.

You keep the house, I keep the trust, we split everything else, and nobody has to hear that recording in a courtroom.”

I let that hang in the air between us.

“Delaney,” I said.