“He’s trying to make us look like the bad guys before we even start,” Caroline said.

“He wants everyone to think you’ve been hiding me from him.”

“Let him post whatever he wants,” I said, though my blood ran cold.

“The court doesn’t rule based on social media likes.”

“No,” Caroline said, her eyes narrowing as she looked at the screen.

“But the judge will see this.”

“And I’m going to make sure they see the real Thomas Harper.”

She clicked on her email inbox.

“Look what just came in.”

An email had arrived from an address at a prominent Richmond law firm.

The subject line was: *In the Matter of Caroline Mae Harper – Proposed Visitation Schedule.*

My hand trembled as I reached for the mouse to open it.

I clicked the mouse, and the document loaded onto the screen.

It was a formal proposal, written in cold, legal language.

Thomas wanted every other weekend, half of all major holidays, and two weeks in the summer.

At the very bottom of the page, a separate clause requested a full audit of Caroline’s personal assets and any trust accounts held in her name.