“You were gone for four months.”
“And custody?” I asked.
“If you make this ugly, yes.”
“You were gone for four months.”
“I still have rights.”
A man behind him said, “Daniel?”
Daniel turned.
The man wore a gray suit and carried a thick envelope.
The process server had arrived right on time.
That part was not luck. After my lawyer confirmed Daniel’s return flight, she arranged service at the airport. Public place. Verified arrival. No ducking the papers.
The man wore a gray suit and carried a thick envelope.
“Are you Daniel?” he repeated.
Daniel’s face lost color.
The process server handed him the envelope.
“What is this?”
The process server handed him the envelope.
“You’ve been served.”
Claire looked between the two of them. “Served with what?”
I answered before Daniel could.
“My divorce filing, emergency financial orders, and notice that the bank has been told about the forged mortgage documents.”
