The piercing clang of the elevator doors opening was the only sound that filled the space between us. I stepped out, my heels tapping hard on the marble floor as I moved towards Andrew’s office, my mind running faster than my footsteps. I had spent the last few hours attempting to distract myself, but it was impossible. The weight of what was coming—the conflict about to unfold—was too great to ignore.
Andrew had informed me that he would do whatever needed to be a part of his child’s life. I hadn’t anticipated he’d go this far. But here I was, preparing to see him as the battle lines were drawn—Andrew was serious about the custody fight.