“Then ask her the question you should have asked before you threw away your daughters.”
Preston went silent.
On the other side of the glass, Sophie was trying to zip her backpack.
She had gotten one side of the zipper caught in the fabric.
Madeline leaned over and fixed it for her.
Neither girl knew their father was on the phone.
Neither girl knew he had just called because the son he had chosen over them might belong to someone else.
“Lena,” Preston said carefully. “This isn’t the time to punish me.”
I almost laughed.
“Punish you?”
“You know what I mean.”
“No. I don’t.”
“You’re leaving.”
“Yes.”
“With my daughters.”
“Our daughters.”
“They’re still my children.”
The words were so absurd coming from him that I actually looked away from the phone.
Four hours earlier, he had told me to take them because he had a son coming.
Now suddenly they were his children again.
“You signed the custody agreement, Preston.”
“I didn’t know you were leaving the country.”
“It’s in paragraph fourteen.”
Silence.
“What?”
“Paragraph fourteen. Relocation authorization. You initialed it twice.”
“I thought that was about vacations.”
“You thought a lot of things.”
His breathing became uneven.
“You did this on purpose.”
“No.”
“Yes, you did. You buried it in paperwork.”
“My attorney explained every page.”
“I trusted you.”
That sentence nearly stopped me.
Not because it hurt.
Because of the irony.
“You trusted me?”
“I didn’t think you’d take advantage of me.”
“Preston, you had your attorney present.”
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