Her day had been filled with language barriers, long lines, and finally an envelope with RJ’s birth certificate. She hadn’t had time to even look at it because of her tight schedule. The driver RJ had so generously provided could not seem to locate the address of the attorney she had contacted herself, which she could not dismiss as mere poor navigation. Her visit to the lawyer RJ recommended hadn’t gone well, either. She knew sleaze when she saw it, and he had it crawling all over him. A verbal duel had ensued when she tried to get out of working with him, but RJ must have handed over some of the pictures of her dad and the young girls because he splashed them all over his desk, practically drooling on them himself. She’d left the office with a bad taste in her mouth, and it wasn’t just b
