The doors reopened, and Julie Hall hurried down the aisle with a manila envelope. She handed it to Cam, who tensed as he thanked her, then put it into the file he had in front of him without opening it.

That certainly got my curiosity piqued.

Peter Mayville, our bailiff, entered the front of the court, and Mary Murphy came in directly after to take her spot at the recorder’s desk. We were ready to start.

My heart slammed against my ribs at the thought of what was coming. How could I ever forgive my father for ruling against Cam in this? Against Art?

Cam looked back at me and winked.

I love you, I mouthed.

I love you, he echoed before turning back around.

“You two are nauseating,” Charity mumbled. “Not that I’m not happy you finally pulled your heads out of your asses, because that had to be the longest slow burn I’ve ever seen in my life.”

“Charity! Language!” Mom snapped.

She merely rolled her eyes.

“You act like you’re the only person who knew what was going on,” Mom mumbled. “Who do you think distracted your dad while Willow snuck out to rescue all of Cam’s stuff that night? Huh?”

We both slowly turned our heads to look at her with wide eyes.

“You did what?” Dad asked as he slid in next to me.

“Nothing you need to worry about,” she told him with a wifely smile that said he was better off not knowing.

“You talking about those boxes full of Cam’s things she had stacked in her closet for years?” he asked.

We all gawked at him.

“You knew?” I asked.

His jaw flexed twice. “I’m stubborn, Willow. Not stupid.”

I blinked, and then it hit me. “Wait, what are you doing—?”

“All rise!” Peter Mayville called out, and we did so. “The Alba Municipal Court is now in session, the Honorable Judge Deborah Wilson presiding.”

My gaze snapped to my father, who stood, chin raised over an expertly knotted tie, as he watched someone else take his seat at the bench.

“You may be seated,” a feminine voice declared.

I was all too happy to, considering I already felt like I’d been knocked on my ass.

Peter announced the case, but all I heard was a buzzing in my head. “Dad?” I whispered, unable to look anywhere else.

He gave me a tight-lipped smile but didn’t speak.

“Good morning, all three Mr. Danielses,” Judge Wilson greeted the men facing her, and I took her in for the first time. She was about the same age as Dad, with classically beautiful Korean features and an equally classic French twist in her hair.

“Your Honor, if I may.” Milton Sanders stood. “We were told this case would be heard by Judge Bradley.” His voice pitched higher than usual as he finished.

I felt the weight of a thousand stares in our direction.