How Three Hidden Sons Exposed the Truth of a Billionaire Divorce
Just as I was zipping Leo’s jacket, a heavy knock sounded at the door.
My hand froze on the zipper.
The boys stopped talking.
“Is that Dad?” Leo asked, his eyes bright with hope.
“Stay here,” I told them.
I walked to the door and looked through the peephole.
A tall man in a grey suit stood in the hallway, holding a thick manila envelope.
I unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door three inches, keeping the security chain engaged.
“Can I help you?” I asked.
“Are you Emma Winters?” the man asked.
His voice was flat and professional.
“Yes,” I said.
“You have been served,” he said.
He slipped the thick envelope through the gap in the door and turned on his heel.
I closed the door and locked it.
My hands shook as I tore open the envelope.
The first page was printed on heavy, cream-colored bond paper.
*State of Illinois, Circuit Court of Cook County,* it read at the top.
*Petition for Emergency Temporary Custody.*
The petitioner was not Blake.
It was Helena Harrington, acting as guardian ad litem on behalf of the Harrington Family Trust.