Chapter 10

Luca's lawyers contacted mine the next day. He wanted a meeting. Face-to-face. No intermediaries. My attorney advised against it. My mother advised against it. My father said nothing, which was his way of letting me decide. I agreed. Not for Luca. For the divorce papers that needed his signature, and for the custody arrangement that needed to be settled before our daughter arrived. We met in a neutral conference room—my lawyer, his lawyer, and the two of us across a polished table that might...