A Woman Let Her 11-Year-Old Son Walk Home from School Alone for the First Time – Twenty Minutes Later, Her Neighbor Called Her Crying, ‘Come Outside. You Need to See What Your Son Did’ – Page 16

“Relax. I only told her the truth.”

You still think you’re the victim.

“You had no right!”

“Interesting,” I said. “You never worried much about anyone else’s rights.”

His phone buzzed.

Then buzzed again.

Nathan glanced at the screen. “Claire’s calling.”

She certainly seemed interested.

Vanessa leaned back. “Well, don’t keep your fiancée waiting.”

He rejected the call.

It rang again.

“She’s probably wondering why your romantic history suddenly requires a spreadsheet,” I said.

Vanessa snorted.

Don’t keep your fiancée waiting.

Nathan grabbed his jacket. “I’m leaving.”

“Of course,” I replied. “It’s your specialty.”

He stopped.

“Sarah, you don’t understand…”

“I understand perfectly. And this time, you can’t disappear from the paperwork.”

Vanessa slid a business card across the table. “Our lawyers can handle the rest.”

It’s your specialty.

Nathan stared at it.

Then his phone rang a third time.

Vanessa glanced at the screen.