ZACH’S POV

Zach pulled out his wallet and handed over his ID without hesitation. I fumbled a bit with my purse, finally extracting my driver’s license and handing it over to Attorney Edwards.

“Thank you,” he said, taking the IDs and making a few notes on a legal pad. “I’ll make copies of these and return them shortly. In the meantime, feel free to discuss any details you need to clarify.”

As he stood and moved to a small copier in the corner of the room, I turned to Zach, my mind racing with questions and concerns. “What about our daughters? How are we going to explain all this to...