Isabelle sat in the sleek, modern office of Emma Caldwell, one of New York’s top family law attorneys. The air smelled of fresh leather and coffee, and the floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the Manhattan skyline. But Isabelle wasn’t here for the view.
She was here to fight.
Emma, a sharp-eyed woman in her early forties with auburn hair neatly pinned back, studied the documents spread out before her. Her office exuded quiet authority, much like the woman herself.
“I’ve gone over the petition,” Emma said, glancing up at Isabelle with a calm but serious expression. “Sebastian isn’t just requesting visitation. He’s aiming for shared custody, which means if he wins, he’ll have legal rights to make decisions about their upbringing. Schooling, healthcare, even where they
