Faith
The official notice from the court assessor arrived on Friday morning, tucked inside a formal manila envelope.
With the custody hearing only days away, the court-appointed guardian wanted a comprehensive evaluation of Noah’s living conditions—including a fresh, updated album of "candid domestic life" to prove our home was a stable, loving environment.
By two o'clock, the main drawing room had been converted into a soft-lit photo studio.
"Alright, everyone," the court’s official photographer said, adjusting his camera lens as Noah bounced on the rug. "Let's start with a simple grouping by the window."
We moved toward the tall glass panes. Nicholas stood to my right, looking formidable in a crisp dark navy shirt with the sleeves neatly folded up his forearms. I stood beside him in
