“Then my mother’s lawyers file for emergency custody within the hour,” he said.

“They will argue you are mentally unstable and unable to provide a stable home.”

He stood up, towering over the table.

“We have the resources to tie you up in court for years,” he said.

“You won’t see her.”

I looked at June.

She let out a soft coo, completely unaware of the shadow hanging over her.

I needed to think.

I needed to buy time.

I could not just sign my life’s work away, but I could not lose my daughter.

“I need to read it,” I said. “I need my lawyer to look at it.”

“No lawyers,” Carter said.

“Lydia will just tell you to fight. And if you fight, you lose June.”

“I can’t sign this without seeing the full disclosure,” I lied, trying to make my voice sound defeated.

“I need to know what Vivian is planning with the offshore accounts.”

Carter frowned slightly, his eyes narrowing.

“What do you know about offshore accounts?”

“I know enough,” I said.

“I want a meeting. With you and Vivian. Together.”