I reached into my folder and removed another packet. “Consulting contracts. I have spent the past year rebuilding my professional work quietly. I advise small transportation companies on compliance, fleet documentation, and contract bids.”
Russell took the packet as though it might bite him.
Adrian stared at me. “You told me you were helping friends.”
“I was.”
“You didn’t tell me you were being paid.”
“You stopped asking questions about my life long before then.”
The words surprised even me. They were not sharp, but they were true, and truth sometimes had its own edge.
Judge Calder reviewed the contracts. “This appears substantial.”
“It is enough for housing, school expenses, and savings,” I said. “The boys have the same pediatrician, the same school, the same friends, and the same bedtime routine.”
Samuel gave Owen a faint smile at the mention of bedtime. It nearly broke me.
For the first time that morning, Adrian looked toward them. Something like uncertainty flickered across his face.
