The sterile scent of coffee and fresh paper lingered in the air as Isabelle sat stiffly across from Emma Caldwell, her lawyer, in the familiar glass-walled office. The city skyline stretched behind Emma’s desk, but Isabelle barely noticed it. Her chest was tight, her thoughts a tangle of emotions from the conversation that had brought her here.
Emma, sharp-eyed and ever composed, folded her hands over a leather-bound notebook. “So,” she began, her voice measured, “Sebastian wants joint custody and… for you to live together?”
The disbelief in her tone was unmistakable. Isabelle rubbed her temples. “Yes. He says it’s for the twins. A united family unit, without the courts or custody schedules.”
Emma’s brow arched. “Creative. Bold. Also, potentially… reckless.”
Weighing the Risks
Isabell
