thirteen.
“What did you do?” she screamed.
“Nothing.”
“My son may lose his job!”
“That sounds like something Daniel did.”
“You planned this!”
I glanced at the calendar above my desk.
The court hearing was Wednesday.
“No, Margaret.”
I smiled.
“I documented it.”
Daniel came to mediation in the navy suit from our wedding.
Margaret joined him despite having no legal reason to attend.
She sat behind him like a queen at an execution.
She simply didn’t know whose.
Daniel’s attorney opened aggressively.
“My client contributed substantially to the marital
