I had documentation that was incomplete because Caleb moved money with obsessive care and because every trail I followed ended at a wall he had built before I got there. My attorney presented what we had. Caleb’s attorney dismissed it as paranoid speculation driven by marital resentment. The judge listened with the measured patience of someone who has heard a thousand versions of the same story and who has learned to wait for the facts to sort themselves from the noise
The morning of the hearing, I sat at the table beside my attorney and tried to keep my hands still. Caleb sat across the room with his lawyer, composed and unhurried, radiating the particular confidence of a man who believes the outcome has already been decided in his favor.
Harper was in the gallery with a court appointed advocate, a small figure in a blue dress with her hair pulled back, holding a tablet in her lap the way you hold something you have been carrying for a long time and are finally ready to set down.
