OLIVIA POV
I sat in the car and looked at the building.
Small firm. Third floor. Nothing connecting it to the Sterling world. I had spent two weeks finding it — checking names, reading case histories, making sure there was no thread between this office and anything Blake could pull.
Five minutes I sat there.
Then I went in.
The lawyer was a woman in her forties. She opened the folder I had sent ahead and started reading before I even sat down properly.
"The custody addendum," she said without looking up. "This language here instability or abandonment. For this to trigger against you they need documented evidence of either." She looked up. "Do they have that?"
"No."
"You're certain?"
"I've been documenting my involvement with my son since he was born. School pickups. Medical appoin
