Thora’s POV
The papers were filed on a Thursday. By Friday afternoon, Quentin had already struck back.
I should have known it would be fast. That’s who he was. He didn’t take hits and stay down. He came up swinging harder.
But knowing that didn’t make it easier when it actually happened.
It started with the phone call.
I was in the middle of trying to coax Avis into her school shoes when my lawyer’s number lit up my phone. My stomach clenched.
“Thora, are you sitting down?” she asked.
I laughed bitterly. “No. I’m wrestling with Velcro straps.”
“Sit down,” she repeated, her voice flat, no room for argument.
I dropped onto the couch, heart thumping. “What now?”
“He’s filed a counter-petition. Full custody. Not visitation, not shared. He wants everything. And he’s requesting an emer
