Chapter 32
Avery's POV
The parenting meeting lasted ninety minutes. That was longer than I wanted. Shorter than Damian probably wanted. We met in a family mediation office with two lawyers and one mediator.
No romantic setting.
No private apology.
No chance for him to turn the
Chapter 33
Avery's POV
The document that had controlled half my life died on a Tuesday afternoon.
No fire.
No dramatic tearing.
No one standing over me saying I was finally free.
Just signatures.
Lawyers.
A conference room.
And a sentence that should have existed elev
Chapter 34
Avery's POV
Several months later, I was thirty-eight weeks pregnant and arguing with a contractor about cabinet handles. That was how I knew my life had improved.
"Those are not the ones I chose."
The contractor looked at the brushed brass handles already