Mr. Harris learned about Adam’s sizeable bequest from his birth mother’s family not long before he filed for custody. This isn’t a dad attempting to get back in touch with his kid. This guy is driven by avarice.
Daniel’s face tensed at that, and I could see it. He didn’t glance at Adam or me. As his lawyer furiously whispered in his ear, he continued to look at the table.
A stern-looking lady in her fifties, the judge took it all in. Her gaze shifted between Daniel and me before settling on Adam as.
She carefully considered the facts. The judge remarked, “Adam,” in a kind but strong tone. Now as you’re thirteen, you can influence this.
I would want to speak with you. Adam moved uneasily in his chair. He shouldn’t have to endure this, and I felt terrible for him.
He shouldn’t have to decide between the only mother he had ever known and the dad who had abandoned him. Adam, however, shocked us all when he stood.
