“Yes.” I heard papers rustling on her end.
I hadn’t sent Beverly an unpleasant letter or a threat. Instead, I’d drawn a firm boundary and provided motivation for her to stick to it: a copy of my first ultrasound. Brandon and I were pregnant.
“We’ll start with the one labeled ‘Conditions for Contact.’ If you want to contact our child, you need to sign that.”
“My grandbaby…” Her voice broke. “You can’t keep my grandbaby from me.”
“I can. And I will. If I have to.”
I hadn’t sent Beverly an unpleasant letter or a threat.
“This is unfair! A written apology and financial responsibility for restoring the wedding photos? These have nothing to do with the baby.”
“They’re about taking accountability and repairing trust. What you did wasn’t a joke, Beverly. You destroyed our only wedding album. You humiliated me. You tried to erase me from my own marriage.”
“I was emotional—”
“And if you can’t control your emotions well enough to behave like a decent human being, then that only reinforces the need for these documents.”
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