When my son-in-law asked for a divorce, he looked at my daughter and said, “I want the house, the cars, the bank account… except our son,” and while his lawyer smiled as if he had already won, mine begged me to fight, but I just clutched the purse where I carried a document he had forgotten years ago, and told my daughter, “Give him everything.”
It was not a shout and it was not a scene because what happened in that courtroom was significantly worse than a public outburst. Garrett had spent the entire hearing with the insolent calm of a man w…