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“In my professional opinion, he doesn’t have much of a case.” Tanika Nowak leaned back in her chair, crossing long legs and clasping her manicured hands in her lap. With her impeccable makeup, cap of short, dark hair, and the ivory pantsuit that highlighted her warm brown skin, she was the picture of confidence, even without the diplomas from UVA and Harvard on her wall. “Even if precedent didn’t dictate that mothers overwhelmingly win custody battles, a judge is going to take circumstances into account. You’ve both been documented victims of identity theft and fraud of the exact same variety that Mr. Raynor went to prison for. Even if that original conviction was appealed, it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together. It’s not like the timing was subtle.”
“What about that who
