“I built that firm,” Julian said.

“You destroyed it,” I replied. “By lying to everyone.”

He looked at the pen in his hand, then at the signature line on the first document.

“What about Harrison?” he asked.

“Sole legal and physical custody goes to me,” I said.

“You have supervised visitation, once a month, in the state of Maine.”

Julian winced.

“Maine?” he asked. “That is an eight-hour drive.”

“Then you had better start early,” I said.

He looked at Martin, hoping for a loophole.

Martin simply shook his head.

“Sign it, Julian,” Martin said. “It is the only way to keep your name out of the headlines next week.”

Julian lowered the pen to the paper.

The tip of the pen hovered over the white page.

I watched his fingers.

They were pale.

He pressed the pen down and signed his name.

The scratching sound of the metal tip on the paper filled the room.

Lydia turned the page.

“And here,” she said, pointing.

He signed again.

“And here.”

He signed five times in total.

Each signature felt like a heavy brick being lifted off my chest.