“She was promoted to vice president four hours ago,” I said.

Daniel picked up the custody agreement Cole had drafted and flipped straight to section four on page eight.

He ran the flat tip of his fountain pen down the double-spaced text, stopping at an indented paragraph near the bottom of the page.

“Look closely at subsection B, Lauren,” Daniel said, his measured voice filling the quiet room.

“What does it say about the children’s trust assets?”

I leaned forward and read the narrow legal text under the heading on parental guardianship.