His gaze flicks to me, giving away less than nothing.
“What’s going to happen with the kids?” I ask. “Lili was already asking me questions about why and where earlier. They may be young, but they’re not blind. They can tell something’s up.”
Wordlessly, and still with that inscrutable stare, he jerks his chin to a table to my left. I turn to it and find a file resting on the wooden surface. I wipe the sudden perspiration that I feel on my palms and reach for the file, carefully. When I flip it open, my heart sinks.
“A motion for sole custody?” I read aloud, half in disbelief, half in anger. My eyes scan over the contents of the documents so quickly that my vision blurs. I pick up on words like “parental alienation” and “absence of necessary financial means,” but my brain hardly registe
