She Demanded $900,000 In Support—Until The DNA Report Was Read In Court

climbed into my lap, burying his face in my shirt like he always did when he was scared or upset.

“Is this about the divorce?” Jolene asked, her voice small and frightened. She had her mother’s eyes—no, not her mother’s, I realized with a shock. Raymond Costa’s eyes. How had I never seen it before?

“Yes,” I said, wrapping one arm around Wyatt while he continue reading …