Chapter 4 - The Legal Storm Brews
By Wednesday morning, Dominic had officially filed the emergency custody petition at the county courthouse. Because Dan lived three states away and had formally relinquished physical possession of the children to me—who in turn transferred them to their mother—the legal gears turned with surprising speed.
A local process server in Dan’s state was dispatched to serve him with the legal papers. At the same time, Dominic prepared a formal affidavit for me to sign, detailing every single word Dan had said on my porch last Friday afternoon.
I drove back to my house on Tuesday evening, wanting to resume my normal life and be available in case Dan decided to show up at my empty home looking for the kids. I wanted to catch his reaction on camera.
Sure enough, on Thursday afternoon, my doorbell rang.
I checked the security monitor. Dan stood on the porch, looking irritated, wearing his faded leather jacket and holding his phone. He pressed the doorbell a second time, much longer and harder.
I took a deep breath, opened the front door, and looked at him with feigned surprise.
"Dan. What are you doing here?" I asked, leaning against the doorframe.
He pushed past me into the entryway without waiting for an invitation. "Where are they?"
"Where are who?"
"The kids, Claire! Don't play games with me," he snapped, running a hand through his hair. "I tried calling you this morning, and you didn't answer. I came by yesterday, and your car wasn't in the driveway. I went into the backyard and looked through the window—their suitcases are gone! Where did you put them?"
I crossed my arms, letting a cold, calm expression settle over my face. "I didn't want them."
Dan stared at me, his eyes wide with disbelief. "What do you mean you didn't want them? You're their aunt! You're supposed to take care of them!"
"You abandoned them on my porch, Dan. You told me you wouldn't come back until Lily turned eighteen," I said evenly. "Did you really think I was just going to sit here for fifteen years raising your children while you play guitar in a garage?"
"I told you I needed space to focus on my career! This was temporary!" he shouted, his voice rising in panic.
"Nothing about dumping two toddlers and driving away is temporary," a cold voice echoed from behind him.
Dan spun around so fast he almost tripped over his own boots.
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Standing on the porch, having just walked up quietly from a rented car parked at the curb, was Ashley. Behind her stood Dominic, holding a large manila envelope with official court stamps visible on the front.
Dan’s face drained of all color. His jaw dropped open, and for a second, he looked like a trapped animal.
