Chapter 7

The custody hearing was on a Monday. Family Court, Stamford. Courtroom 4B. I wore navy. No diamonds. Only my mother's locket. Grant sat at the other table. He'd lost weight. His suit hung loose, his eyes bloodshot. Diane sat behind him, upright as a church pew. Brooke was nowhere to be seen. His lawyer went first. A slick man with a slicker voice. "Your Honor, Mrs. Whitlock is a proven liar. She deceived her husband about her identity for seven years. She removed the child from her home without...