“Mr. Collins and his attorney have arrived,” she said.

“They also brought Ms. Jensen.”

Rachel squeezed my arm.

“Do you want me to come in with you?” she asked.

“No,” I said, standing up and smoothing my skirt. “I can handle this.”

The main conference room was large, with a wall of glass overlooking the gray city skyline.

Scott sat at the far end of the long mahogany table.

He looked tired, with dark circles under his eyes and a wrinkled collar.

Kayla sat next to him, wearing a bright green maternity dress that contrasted sharply with the somber room.

Her hand rested defensively on her pregnant stomach.

Her lawyer, a stout man in a gray suit, was busy sorting through a stack of legal folders.

“Avery,” Scott said, his voice strained.

“Can we please just settle this without making a scene?”

“I am not the one who made a scene at a storage unit at midnight, Scott,” I said.

I took my seat at the opposite end of the table.

Jerome sat to my right, setting his briefcase down with a soft click.