Kevin’s eyes widen. He glances at his attorney.“Her smile.”
My attorney nods.“And can you tell me your favorite memory with your daughter?”
Immediately, Kevin’s attorney objects.
The judge looks directly at Kevin.“Overruled.”
Kevin swallows. He has to answer.
“Going to the zoo,” he says.
I choke back a snort. The only time he ever came with us was the zoo, because the press was there to photograph the“happy family.”
“Can you tell me what you remember about that day?” my attorney presses.
“Objection!” Kevin’s attorney snaps.
The judge turns to mine.“Where are you going with this?”
“I want to show Mr. Masters’involvement with the child.”
“Sustained,” the judge says, though his tone carries a hint of understanding.
My heart sinks.
“Please get on with it,” he tells my lawyer.
He nods and asks,“Can you tell me Mia’s favorite color?”
Kevin blanks. His gaze darts to me.“Purple?”
More question than answer.
My lawyer offers a tight, knowing smile, because we both know it’s not.
He continues, asking Kevin about Mia’s allergies, her favorite songs, her books, cartoons, hobbies…
Kevin knows none.
Not one.
My attorney straightens his tie.“Mr. Masters,” she says,“are you familiar with this document?” He holds up the marital settlement agreement.
Kevin’s face loses a shade of color.“Yes.”
“And you willingly signed it?”
“Yes.”
“And in doing so, you accepted full ownership of all assets, property, stocks, accounts, and family holdings, correct?”
He nods, jaw tight.
“And you also agreed that Summer would have full custody of Mia?”
A flicker of panic moves across his features.
“I… I didn’t read it fully.”
