my stomach.
My son kicked again.
Almost as if he understood.
“The trustee shall be Caroline Vale until the child reaches legal adulthood.”
Gasps filled the courtroom.
Reporters rushed toward the doors.
Phones appeared everywhere.
Richard’s empire wasn’t disappearing.
But control of it was.
And it was being transferred to the child he had treated like an inconvenience.
The child he assumed would leave court with nothing.
For the first time, Richard looked afraid.
Not angry.
Afraid.
His entire life had been built on control.
Control of money.
Control of
