“What do you mean?” I asked, my grip tightening on the edge of the desk.

“If you proceed with this ridiculous divorce, we will dismantle you in court,” she said.

“We have the resources to paint you as whatever we want.”

“An unstable mother,” Antoinette continued, her tone conversational.

“A woman who suffers from severe delusion and substance abuse.”

“You wouldn’t,” I whispered.

“We already have the medical records drawn up, Amelia,” she said.

“Two private doctors are prepared to testify that you are unfit.”

“They will say you are a danger to Lily.”

“You are lying,” I said, though a cold dread was pooling in my stomach.

“Try me,” Antoinette said. “The judge in this county is an old friend of Conrad’s.”

“If you do not sign the settlement Grant offered, you will never see Lily again.”

“I will make sure she forgets your face.”

The call ended with a sharp click.

The silence in the office was suffocating.

I looked at Naomi, my eyes wide with panic.

“She can’t do that, can she?” I asked.

Naomi’s expression was grim.