Bella's POV
Whitmore's office called my lawyer on a Tuesday, and by Wednesday morning I knew something had shifted, even before I understood what.
"They're pulling records," my lawyer, Denise, said over the phone, her voice careful in the way it got when she was about to make my whole day worse.
"Old filings. Something from the original divorce case that apparently never got properly closed out."
"What kind of something?"
"I don't have the specifics yet. But Bella, I need you to prepare yourself. If Alexander's team is digging into archived court records, they're not just building a custody case anymore. They're trying to understand the full timeline. Where were you? When? Why."
I sat very still at my desk, a swatch of navy linen still pinned between my fingers from the mood board I
