She leaned forward, her eyes locking onto Gavin.

“You will not raise your voice in my courtroom again,” she said.

“If you do, I will have the bailiff place you in holding for contempt.”

Gavin swallowed hard.

He took a slow step back.

He looked around the empty gallery behind him.

Sloane was gone.

His lawyer was gone.

The corporate board members who used to back him were nowhere to be found.

He was just a man in a gray suit that suddenly looked too big for him.

“Now,” Judge Beckett said, turning her attention to the thick folder on her desk.

“We still have the matter of the temporary custody arrangement for Nolan and Parker.”

My heart hammered against my ribs.

The money, the company, the ownership files—they were just tools.

This was what mattered.

“Your Honor,” Sarah Vance said, standing up.

“In light of the evidence we have presented regarding Mr. Rourke’s financial instability and the impending federal investigation, we ask for an immediate suspension of unsupervised visitation.”

Gavin shook his head.

“No,” he said, his voice weak. “She’s trying to alienate my sons from me.”