Ashley looked at me.
“Did you know about me?”
“Not at first. When I found out, I was pregnant. He told me he was traveling for work, money was tight, and his mother needed help. Then one day, his number stopped working.”
Marcus rubbed his face.
“Kesha, please. Not in front of the children.”
I almost laughed.
“Now you care what they hear?”
Caleb stepped forward, fists tight.
“You left Mama when Noah was a baby.”
Marcus looked at him, and shame finally crossed his face.
“I didn’t know about Noah.”
Caleb’s voice shook.
“You didn’t ask.”
No one spoke after that. Patricia looked away, but I saw fear flicker in her eyes. She had known enough. Maybe not every detail, but enough to know Marcus had left a woman and children behind. To people like Patricia Reynolds, human beings only became real when paperwork made them expensive.
David handed Marcus another set of papers.
“There is an emergency hearing tomorrow morning. Until then, certain accounts and properties are restricted.”
“On Christmas Eve?” Patricia snapped.
“The court makes exceptions for child welfare and frozen assets.”
Ashley slowly removed her ring and placed it on the table. The sound was small, but final.
“Ashley…” Marcus whispered.
“Don’t say my name like it still belongs to you.”
Then the front doors opened. Two officers entered with another court representative. David explained that records and devices listed in the order had to be secured. Patricia gripped a chair, no longer looking like a queen, but a cornered woman.
Marcus turned on me.
“You planned this.”
“Yes.”
I had planned it during double shifts. I had planned it in free legal clinics with Noah asleep in my lap. I had planned it every time Marcus ignored a letter and Patricia’s assistant said there was no comment. Survival had taught me patience sharper than revenge.
