The safety net.
“What do we do?” I asked.
Stephen was already writing.
“First thing tomorrow we block any indirect access. Account reviews, notaries, powers of attorney, digital signatures, the IRS, credit cards, insurance, credit bureaus. And you,” he pointed at me, “do not answer anything without forwarding it to me first.”
My father picked up his phone again.
“And tonight I’m calling the building manager of your apartment. If Patrick tries to get in, we’ll change the locks before dawn.”
I nodded.
Nothing surprised me anymore.
Or maybe it did.
I was surprised to finally be surrounded by people who, instead of asking me for patience, got to work.
I went back upstairs to the room past three.
I slept for an hour, maybe less.
At ten past six, the doorbell woke me up.
I sat up straight.
I heard quick footsteps downstairs, a male voice in the foyer, then another, lower, unfamiliar.
I went down without thinking.
My father was by the door, still in his bathrobe. Stephen was still there, awake out of pure professional duty. And on the threshold stood a woman in her sixties, perfectly styled despite the hour, wearing a beige coat and tight lips.
Patrick’s mother.
Alice.
She didn’t come alone.
She brought another man, younger, in a dark suit, holding a thick folder.
As soon as she saw me, she smiled.
Not with shame.
Not with an apology.
With that icy serenity of people who still believe they have a winning card hidden up their sleeve.
“Jenna,” she said, as if she’d come over for coffee. “I’m afraid we all reacted poorly last night. But there’s no need to over-dramatize anymore. I brought my lawyer. There is something you should know before you continue destroying your marriage.”
I felt my father stiffen beside me.
Stephen took a step forward.
I didn’t say anything.
I just stared at the folder in the hands of the unfamiliar lawyer.
Because suddenly I understood two things at the same time: that Patrick had talked too much during the night… and that his mother’s family wasn’t coming here to beg.
They were coming to fight for something they believed they could claim.
And by the way Alice held my gaze before delivering her next sentence, I knew that the worst part hadn’t even been brought to the table yet.
