If Daniel was bringing cash to the house on those dates, Grant was lying to the court about his finances.

He was hiding money to avoid paying child support and to make me look financially unstable.

My phone buzzed again, making me jump.

It was a call from an blocked number.

I hesitated, then answered it, pressing the phone to my ear.

“Claire,” Grant’s voice came through the line, smooth and entirely devoid of warmth.

“What do you want, Grant?” I asked, keeping my voice steady.

“I hear you’ve been asking questions about my business accounts,” he said.

“I’m preparing for our custody hearing,” I replied. “The court has a right to know your true income.”

He let out a short, mocking laugh.

“You’re digging in places you shouldn’t, Claire,” he said. “It would be a shame if your living situation became even more difficult.”

“Is that a threat?” I asked.

“Just a friendly warning,” he said. “Drop the financial inquiry. Accept the joint custody agreement Preston sent over, or things will get very unpleasant for you.”

“I am not signing anything that gives you control over Nolan,” I said.