Chapter 8
My stomach was so churned up with inexpressible anger – over Heath, the custody issue, Macca’s pointless murder – that I had no appetite and avoided the kitchen. I was glad that Mia was at Joleen’s, and I rang to tell her I’d pick Mia up around 9pm. A quick look in the public bar showed me it was a quiet night and Bob and Charlie could deal with any late-staying drinkers.
I sat in the office alone and Googled family law and custody disputes and read more about it all than I ever wanted to know. I even found stuff on grandparents’ rights – in the case of a dispute between the child’s parents and grandparents, if the grandparents were found to be behaving in a damaging manner with the child, their right to access could be denied. What did that mean for me?
I knew that Andy’s wil
