At 11:45 AM, Mira stood in the conference room of Patricia Morrison's law office, staring at her reflection in the mirror.
Professional navy suit. Hair pulled back. Minimal makeup showing the exhaustion in her eyes.
She looked like a woman who'd been through hell.
Which was perfect.
"Are you ready?" Patricia asked, appearing behind her.
"No." Mira's voice was steady despite the terror clawing at her chest. "But I'm doing it anyway."
"Remember—stick to the facts. Don't let them provoke you into emotional outbursts. You're the wronged wife, the devoted mother. They're the powerful family trying to steal your child."
Mira nodded, though her hands shook.
Patricia handed her a flash drive. "This has everything. The recording of Kieran and Selene. Photos documenting you
