“I don’t know why she dragged us here,” Mom said. “Six days postpartum and already creating drama.”
I placed Noah’s car seat beside Evan and remained standing.
Dad smirked. “You look exhausted, sweetheart.”
“I am.”
“Maybe this isn’t the right moment for your little legal tantrum.”
I set a folder down on the table.
The room went silent.
Mom laughed sharply. “And what exactly is that supposed to be?”
“Evidence.”
Dad’s smile twitched.
I opened the folder.
“Page one: attempted withdrawal from my personal account six days after I gave birth. Page two: the bank’s confirmation that Dad was removed as an authorized signer eight years ago. Page three: the withdrawal slip with my forged signature.”
