“Nothing. She doesn’t take pay for the desk. She does it to be near her son.”
Prescott blinked. “Then what is her income?”
“Owner distributions. Last year, about $2.1 million.”
The room went dead quiet.
“That’s a lie,” Diane said out loud.
Marcus turned to her. “Ma’am, she owns the company. I report to her. She’s also the owner who got your email asking to fire her.”
Prescott recovered fast. “Her money is irrelevant. My client does the pickups.”
“You subpoenaed the pickup logs too,” Marcus said. “Every parent has a personal code. Every pickup is on camera.”
Ruth handed up the binder. “Forty-seven school days, Your Honor. Mr. Kessler’s code was used forty-four times. The camera shows Ms. Brielle Shaw thirty-nine times. Mrs. Diane Kessler five. Mr. Kessler zero.”
Brielle let go of Trent’s hand.
“And this,” Ruth said, “is a message Mr. Kessler sent through the center’s parent app, the day he filed. ‘Brielle has my code. She’ll do all pickups. Don’t call me at work.'”
Trent stood up. “She’s my fiancée. It’s basically the same thing.”
“You swore you did it personally,” Judge Alvarez said. “Twice.”
“Hannah.” His voice cracked. “Please. We can work this out. I’ll drop everything.”
“You already did,” I said. “Paragraph eleven. And every pickup after that.”
Diane’s face went gray. “You hid that money from us.”
“It’s in the divorce papers, Diane. You told him signing was smart.”
Judge Alvarez closed the binder.
“Primary physical custody to the mother. Father has alternating weekends. Father’s support claim is denied. Mr. Kessler will pay $41,000 of Ms. Doyle’s attorney’s fees. Pickups by parents only. And I’m sending both affidavits to the district attorney’s office.”
Trent sat down like his legs quit. Prescott was already packing his bag. Brielle walked out without looking back.
Diane stared at me as if she’d never seen me before.
She hadn’t. Not once.
Thursday, 5:30, Maple Street.
Noah came running down the hall with a paper sun, glue still wet.
“Mommy, are you working?”
“Not anymore today, baby.”
I typed in my code. The door clicked open.
My name. My code. My son.
The end · Your turn
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