Chapter 115

** Paige’s POV ** We go through the details for another half hour. Mr Keating talks about documents, deadlines, and witness lists. I take notes as if I’m back in college. Ryder asks questions I’d never have thought of, and the others keep quiet, although Callen can’t resist the occasional smirk whenever Mr Keating fumbles through legal jargon that none of us understand. When the call finally ends, Mr Keating gives me a polite smile. “You’re in a strong position, Ms Wilson. Keep records, stay calm, and remember, you’ve already done the hardest part by building a safe home for your son. We’ll handle the rest.” “Thank you,” I say softly. He nods awkwardly, adjusting his glasses again. “You’re welcome. I’ll be in touch within the week.” Then the screen goes dark. For a moment, no one speaks. I exhale the breath I feel like I’ve been holding for hours. “Well,” Callen says finally. “That wasn’t so bad.” “Speak for yourself,” I grumble. “My heart’s still racing.” Ryder crouches beside my chai