TAYLOR’S POV
Present
I’m seated within the four walls of the court room for the fourth time in three months as I watch my lawyer struggle to win this case again. It’s not that he isn’t good at what he does, no. The problem is that my ex-wife keeps coming up with new, ridiculous and fabricated means to keep this child custody battle dragging on.
“Your honor, my client doesn’t drink.” My lawyer, Allen, grits out as he’s clearly fed up with this bullshit. If not for the fact that I pay him a lot more than his pairs are being paid for cases like this and we’ve known each other for almost half our lives, I’m sure he would have left my sorry ass long since.
“Then how do you explain that horrendous scar on his face?”
My finger tracing the stubble on my chin stops moving along with the rest
