Because Camille’s parental rights had never been terminated, she could petition the court. However, the decision would depend on the boys’ best interests.
After she left, I called my attorney, Martin Hale.
“Can she take them?”
“Her 10-year absence matters enormously,” he said. “But we still need to prepare.”
The next afternoon, Camille returned alone.
Before letting her inside, I started recording on my phone.
“I’m recording this conversation,” I told her.
She shrugged. “Record whatever you want.”
Then she leaned against my kitchen counter.
“I know what your company is worth,” she said. “Transfer 51% of it to me, and I’ll withdraw the custody petition.”
“You’re using the boys to blackmail me?”
“I’m offering you a choice.”
“And if I refuse?”
“I’ll take them out of state. Once they’re living with me, you’ll see them only if I allow it.”
I looked directly at her.
“No.”
Her expression hardened.
“You’re 73, Evelyn. A judge will understand t
