“Mr. Bellamy is offering a cash settlement of seventy-five thousand dollars,” Carroway said, looking directly at me.

I felt a cold knot form in my stomach.

“And what does he want in return?” I asked.

“You sign over primary physical custody,” Carroway said. “You will have visitation every other weekend and two weeks in the summer.”

“No,” I said instantly.

“Claire, think about your financial situation,” Carroway said, his tone shifting to one of mock concern. “Seventy-five thousand dollars pays off your debt.”

“My son is not for sale,” I said, my voice shaking with anger.

“It’s a generous offer,” Carroway said. “If we go in front of Harlan, I will present the police report from your apartment.”

“You mean the police report about Grant breaking my door?” I asked.

“The report says there was a domestic disturbance at your residence,” Carroway said. “Harlan doesn’t like drama.”

“We will take our chances with the judge,” Sarah said, stepping between me and Carroway.

“As you wish,” Carroway said, his eyes narrowing as he tucked the paper back into his folder.

Just then, Grant walked down the hallway, flanked by Daniel.