Ezoic
Then he moved on, smooth as butter, to the remaining asset division.
He spoke about Brian’s expenses. His legal costs, which had been “extraordinary.” His new monthly rent. His car payment. His “reduced financial position.” He made Brian sound like a man barely holding on. A man who’d lost his home and his marriage and was struggling to rebuild.
He never mentioned the condo by the lake. Or the hot tub.
“Accordingly, Your Honor,” Pruitt said, “we respectfully request a reduction in the respondent’s share of the remaining assets on the grounds of financial hardship.”
He sat down.
My father shifted beside me.
I felt it. The bench creaked. He sat forward, his big hands on his knees.
Then he leaned toward Claire and whispered something in her ear.
I couldn’t hear it. But I saw Claire’s face. Her expression sharpened. Her eyes went wide for just a second, and then narrowed.
