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The office of Baird and Cohen was quiet when Abby and Shane arrived. The receptionist informed them Mr. Baird was running late; he was still in court. Disheartened, they settled on the stiff leather chairs to wait.
For the umpteenth time, Abby glanced at her watch. This waiting was driving her crazy. She glanced at Shane, who was leafing through a business magazine he’d found on a table. He appeared to be studying every word.
“Is that a good article?” The question came out sharper than she intended.
“Huh? I’m sorry, Abby. I’ve been staring at the same page, and I can’t seem to concentrate. I’m baffled; if they wanted to challenge the custody arrangement, why not just take you to court?”
“It might have something to do with a letter that Tim left them. Kyle gave it to them at the rea
