Dominic’s POV
The next morning, Ruby and I headed to the clinic, ready to take the first step in putting those assholes to shame. Our lawyer, Mr. Reynolds, met us at the entrance, a folder of documents tucked under his arm. The early sunlight cast long shadows across the parking lot, as if mocking the stark darkness inside of us.
“Good morning, Mr. Dominic,” he greeted, extending a firm hand. His confident smile was contagious, and I found myself mirroring it despite the tension knotting my stomach.
“Good morning,” I replied, shaking his hand. “Are you ready to serve them those papers?”
“Of course, sir,” he nodded, smiling broadly and exuding a calm assurance that made me feel we were already halfway to victory.
My eyes shifted to Ruby. She was biting her lower lip, her eyes darting
