“With Grant’s cash,” I said, the realization hitting me like a physical blow.

“Exactly,” Vance said. “Grant is paying Daniel off-the-books, and Daniel is holding the money in these accounts to keep it out of the divorce assets.”

“Can you prove it in court?” Sarah asked.

“I can prove a pattern of structured deposits,” Vance said, tapping the ledger. “Every time Grant claims a business loss, Daniel’s corporate account receives a wire transfer of equal value.”

Sarah stood up, a small smile appearing on her face.

“I’m filing an immediate response to the custody motion,” she said. “We will request an emergency evidentiary hearing.”

Two days later, I stood in the hallway of the Knox County Courthouse.

The air was drafty and smelled of floor wax and old paper.

I wore my best blue blouse, the one Nolan said made me look like a teacher.

Renee Whitaker, the child advocate, walked up to me with a clipboard under her arm.

“How is Nolan?” she asked, her voice gentle.

“He’s scared,” I said. “He asked me if he would have to live in a house without windows.”