Anabella Clayton's POV:
The air-conditioning in Jewell's law-firm conference room was cranked mercilessly high; gooseflesh prickled along my arms and the back of my neck. At opposite ends of the long polished table, Bowden and I sat like a pair of unrelated statues carved from cold stone, separated by a thick barricade of manila folders.
"Here are our revised demands." Bowden's attorney slid a document across the surface toward us.
"With respect to custody of the two children, my client is seeking sole physical and legal custody. Given that Mr. Clayton can provide a far more stable financial foundation and domestic environment..."
"Sole custody?" Jewell let out a short, mirthless laugh. "Mr. Clayton, have you forgotten who actually raised those children for the past six years? Who stay
