Arthur & Iris
Arthur
I check my watch for the third time in as many minutes as I sit in the conference room. The meeting was supposed to begin nearly twenty minutes ago, and Iris still isn’t here. Even her lawyer arrived before she did.
Maybe she’s decided against this, a tiny voice in the back of my head says. I try not to give myself false hope, but I can’t help it. The last thing I ever wanted was this. I just wish she would listen to me.
“You know, this can all go away if you just sign the papers,” the lawyer says, pushing the contract toward me—the one that would relinquish any and all custody of Miles forever.
I grit my teeth, refusing to do it. No. I shouldn’t have to sign a paper to convince Iris that I’m not trying to steal our son. I want both of them. My family.
