I did not answer right away.

The helicopter was waiting on the tarmac at the private terminal.

Its blades were already spinning, cutting through the damp fog.

We got out of the SUV and ran through the cold wind to the cabin.

The noise inside was deafening until the pilot closed the door.

We put on our headsets.

As the helicopter lifted into the gray sky, the city shrank below us.

I looked at the contract that had just arrived on my phone.

The digital signature line was waiting.

I signed my name with a swipe of my finger.

For the first time in five years, I felt financially secure.

No lawyers from Harrington Energies could threaten my livelihood now.

I looked across the cabin at Blake.

He was looking at his tablet, reading through what looked like legal documents.

He caught me looking and adjusted his microphone.

“My personal attorney is drafting an agreement,” he said over the headset.

“An agreement for what?” I asked.

“I am relinquishing any right to file for sole custody,” Blake said. “I am signing a binding document that names you as the primary residential custodian.”