I looked over at Grant.

His jaw was clenched so tight a muscle in his cheek was twitching.

Daniel was staring at the floor, his face completely pale.

Carroway tried to object, but his voice lacked its earlier strength.

“This is highly speculative, Your Honor,” Carroway said. “These are standard business transactions.”

“Standard transactions don’t match a child’s drawing of a hidden safe, Mr. Carroway,” Judge Harlan said.

She looked at the ledgers Vance had provided, her brow furrowing deep.

“I am denying the emergency motion for custody,” Judge Harlan said, her gavel coming down with a loud crack.

My chest flooded with relief, and I closed my eyes for a brief second.

“However,” the judge continued, “I am ordering a full, court-supervised audit of Mr. Bellamy’s business.”

She looked directly at Grant, her eyes cold.

“And if these allegations of hidden assets are proven, Mr. Bellamy, you will be facing more than just a custody dispute.”

The hearing was adjourned, and the courtroom began to clear.

Sarah hugged me tight, her shoulders relaxing for the first time all day.