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“In the Best Interest of the Child”


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โNo, donโt do it.โ
Olivia smirked as she removed the spiked heel black boots and white shoulder-length wig.
โAw, youโve ruined my fantasy.โ
โSorry, not sorry, Bellamy. But if you would like to wear them, feel free.โ
Bruce laughed, holding out his hand to Olivia.
She took his hand and curled up next to him on the sofa. He kissed her forehead.
โYou winโฆ again. And besides, fantasy doesnโt compare to the reality I have in my arms.โ
Olivia buried her head in his chest, embarrassed. Bruce raised her chin until he could see her eyes.
โStill canโt take a compliment, I see.โ
โI canโฆ on my work. On the things I do to keep children safe. Iโm proud of that. But when the compliments get personal? I donโt know, Bruce. I guess I donโt feelโฆโ
โWorthy?โ
Olivia averted her eyes.
โI get it, sweetness. Whatโs all the fuss about, right? Weโre all little worker-bees doing our part to make the hive better.โ
He didnโt continue until she looked at him.
โOnly weโre not, Olivia. Some people donโt give a damn about the greater good. As Renaโs case proved, some people are only out for selfโฆ at any cost.โ
Bruce held her tighter and smiled. โThen, there are the people who give their all. They dive into the problem head first and failure isnโt an option, even if it costs them personally.โ
Bruce kissed her hand.
โRenaโs case costs you, sweetness. It brought back pain you believed was hidden and took you to darkness you thought no one else could see. You were never less than professional, but those who cared about you could see the case was emotional and traumatic for you too.
Thatโs why two groups of people who didnโt know each other came together tonight. To honor the woman who put self aside. You saw a child with the deck stacked against her and you re-dealt the cards to make sure she won.โ
Overcome with emotion, tears pooled in Olivia Chandlerโs eyes. She longed for the day she could see herself as Bruce did. He was her constant cheerleader.She hadnโt been looking for Bruce but was grateful their paths crossed.
โRena wasnโt the only winner.โ She reached up and caressed his cheek. โI won too.โ
Stretching his arms out across the back of the sofa, Bruce Bellamy crossed his legs.
โI am a prize, arenโt I?โ
Olivia dissolved into a fit of laughter, falling onto her side. What was she going to do with this man?
***


An hour late, Olivia strode past Margotโs desk, her eyes focused on her office door.
Margot watched her pass, unhappy with what she was about to do. Setting her workstation to away status, she followed her boss into Oliviaโs office.
Olivia appeared not notice Margotโs presence and fumbled around, pulling out her laptop and opening file folders.
Standing near the door, Margot folded her arms across her chestโฆ and waited. She watched Olivia move folders around her desk several times before placing them in their original positions.
Lost in thought, the attorney remained standing at her desk, head bowed. When at last she looked up, Olivia was startled at seeing Margot.
โWhatโs wrong?โ
โYou tell me, Olivia. Youโve been in a fog since you got hereโฆ late. Youโre never late.โ
โWe all have off days, Schultz.โ
โYou donโt. Not when it comes to your job.โ
โWell, guess Iโm due then, huh?โ
โMaybe. Olivia, whatโs-โ
โHowโs the day shaping up? Bowers custody hearing at one, right? Does Louis have the background check done for the Nealy case?โ
โYes, the background check is backโฆ and on your desk,โ she gestured at the mess Olivia had created, โsomewhere. Mr. Bowers has asked for a thirty-day continuance and Mrs. Bowers isnโt arguing against it. Judge Whelan is ready to grant it as long as you donโt have a problem with the custody arrangement for the kids.โ
โOkay.โ
โOkay, what?โ
โI have no problem with the custody arrangement.โ
Margot glared at her boss as her patience wore thin.
โI havenโt told you what the arrangements are yet, Olivia.โ
A pained look marred Oliviaโs features. She fell back into her chairโฆ silent.
Margot turned and closed the office door. Her brow knitted with worry, she took a seat in front of Oliviaโs desk.
โTalk to me. Olivia, what happened?โ
โIโm fine, Margot. Itโs an off day. It hap-โ
โStop it.โ
Leaning forward, the office managerโs voice hardened. Her eyes bored into Olivia.
โYou were late. In the ten years I’ve worked for you, Olivia, you’ve never been late. Not. Once. You didnโt take any of my calls or texts. You havenโt taken any of Bruceโs calls and the man is crazy with worry.ย He drove by your house twice last night and wanted to call the police when you werenโt there. You donโt want to talk about it, fine. But we care about you, Olivia, and we donโt deserve to be treated like we donโt matter.โ
Margot stood and walked toward the door, still talking. โPlease let me know how you want to proceed after you read the Bowers’ custody arrangements.โ
Oliviaโs shoulders slumped, shame bearing down on her. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. As Margot reached for the doorknob, Olivia called out but for all her effort, her voice was low, soft and quavered.
โMargot, Iโm sorry.โ
The offended woman stopped, leaving the door closed but she also didnโt turn around.
โYouโre right. Iโm being unfair. I-Iโฆ donโt know why I have such a problem processing-โ
Margot whirled around. โOlivia, dammit! What happened?โ
Grief and anxiety won. Olivia wilted deeper into her chair as the first tear fell.
โWillis died last night.โ

Olivia Chandler was exhausted.
She had too many open cases for one attorney with little backup. The Chandler Group attorneys were all carrying multiple cases. Olivia was grateful business was good because it meant children werenโt being shut out of the conversation on their care. But it also meant families were splintered and bickeringโฆ and sometimes it had nothing to do with the minor child involved.
She needed help.
Olivia had witnessed Glendon Kane in the courtroom firsthand and found him to be an adept litigator and brilliant legal strategist.
And too good for Borst & Peckham.
On impulseโฆ and one hundred percent out of character, Olivia called Glendon and invited him to an early dinner to discuss a business matter.
โThank you for accepting my dinner invitation, Glendon.โ
She could see the fatigue lining a brow far too young for such things.
He gave Olivia a genuine smile.
โAs if Iโd say no to you, Olivia. Beautiful women donโt ask me out every day.โ
โOh, Mr. Kane. That is not the story I heard.โ
The attorneys shared a laughed. Glendon raised his hands in defeat.
โOkay, Okay, Women do ask me out. But I never saw myself sharing a meal with the great Olivia Chandler.โ
She smirked and waved him off.
โDonโt even try it. My office manager doesnโt miss much of the courthouse grapevine. I think she may even be responsible for half the info making the rounds, and she says youโre pretty popular with the ladies.โ
โAh, the magnificent Margot.โ
โSheโll love that you called her magnificent.โ
โShe is. But tell her most of my dates never get further that one or two dates. And a third date is unheard of.โ
Olivia sobered, not wanting to ask why but curiosityโฆ and empathy showed in her eyes.
Glendon laughed and shook his head.
โFortunately, itโs not what you think, Olivia. The problem is women find out I work for B&P and they see dollar signs. But when they find out Iโm a low-paid associate, their interest fizzles.โ He pointed to his face. โNot even these amazing good looks can keep them around.โ
Olivia slid her wine glass aside and folded her hands on the table.
โI heard about the Getner lawsuitโฆ and the blame being laid at your feet, Glendon.โ
His smile caught Olivia off guard. She frowned.
โYeah, the last couple of days werenโt the best. This was not a difficult case, but dumb and mega-dumb kept sticking their noses in where they didnโt belong. Paulina Getner did file a lawsuit. And I canโt say that I blame her, but she and I talkedโฆ again, and Iโve negotiated a good settlement. Now all I have to do is get Tanner Peckham to issue a public apology.โ
“His father will be livid.”
“He should have kept his baby boy on a short leash and out of my case.”
Olivia shook her head in disbelief.
โWhy do you do it, Kane? Youโve more than put in your time. Why do you stay? Your record is exemplary. Any firm would be lucky to get you.โ
โB&P have just enough money to keep me invisible in this state. The larger firms are owned by their friends and the smaller firms are bullied into ignoring me. My meager savings are not enough to start my own practiceโฆ so I remain the whipping boy.โ
โThere are forty-nine other states.โ
โBut my dad is here. Itโs been just he and I for the last twelve years. Heโll never leave the home he shared with my momโฆ and Iโll never leave him.โ
He sipped his wine.
โSo, B&Pโs money keeps me locked in even though they only toss pennies my way.โ
Unable to keep the smug look from her face, Olivia Chandler leaned back, her head tilted to the side.
โMaynard and Samuelโs millionsโฆ and their connections donโt scare me.โ
Glendon Kaneโs face brightened.
โOlivia? Are you offering me a job?โ
โYes.โ
Incredulous, Kane scrubbed his hand down his face. Returning his gaze to Olivia, he searched for the words.
โThe Chandler Groupโฆ wow. Your reputation is flawless and you guys do some awesome work.โ
Glendon abruptly held his hands up.
โYou realize Maynard and Samuel wonโt just let me walk away?โ
โAre you in the middle of a contract with them?โ
โNo. My last contract ended over five months ago. Theyโve been slow to write up another because they donโt want to make me a partnerโฆ or increase my pay. Iโm still working under the terms of the contract we signed two years ago.โ
Olivia leaned forward.
โYou let me worry about those two. I need help, Glendon. I love my job, but my current caseload is out of control.ย I donโt have the time to train or hold anyoneโs hand. Youโre amazing in the courtroomโฆ a force to be reckoned with. Your concern for your clients is genuine and youโve won some near-impossible cases because you werenโt afraid to buck the system. Iโm sure your billable hours are more than those four doorstops combined.โ
Her face softened.
โCome to work for meโฆ after the appropriate notice to Borst, of course. Iโll have something drawn up in the morning, but it will include a significant pay increase, an expense account, full medicalโฆ and no weekends.โ
โOlivia, you had me at โCome to work for me.โโ
Olivia Chandler laughed. โSeriously though, Glendon. Email or call Margot in the morning with your particulars. We can meet for a late lunch or another early dinner to go over the contract. You can give Borst notice by the end of the week.โ
Kane reached out and grabbed Oliviaโs hand, firmly shaking it.
โAt this point, Olivia, the wording of a contract is not an issue. Youโre respected and held in high regard in the stateโs family law system and internationally in the public interest community. I appreciate the opportunityโฆ and honestly, I think youโre saving my life.โ
She gripped his hand, returning his handshake.
โGlendon, weโre saving each other and I look forward to working with you. Now, letโs order a couple of those thirty-two-ounce Big Texan steaks and see how much we can eat before we get sick.โ
โYouโre on!โ
The attorneys chatted and joked amiably. Olivia relaxed, proud of herself for following her first thought and offering the harried Glendon Kane a position.
Maynard Borst and Samuel Peckham would be furious. They would be full of piss and vinegar and issue empty threats, but Glendon would come to work for herโฆ that she was sure of.
Her workload would lighten and she would have free time. Something sheโd never wanted before, but there was no Bruce Bellamy before. Olivia looked forward to spending more time with Bruce and his huge, loving family. She felt like she was a part of something important and she liked it.
Glendon was laughing and telling a story from his law school days as Olivia said a silent prayer for her future with Bruceโฆ and that she didnโt do anything to ruin it.

Olivia argued with herself the entire drive to Bruceโs home.
The New Balance running shoes felt foreign on her feet.
Purchased over a year ago, Olivia wore the shoes two to three times a week when she worked out in her home gym.
But sheโd never worn them outside of her home, much like any athletic apparelโฆor the jeans she wore today.
She adopted a habit of wearing tailored business suits and heels before leaving law school. The only things which varied were the style of the suit and height of her heels.
Olivia slowed and stopped at a traffic light rubbing her hand down the leg of her jeans.
Margot was right. Olivia was wound too tightโฆ and boring.
Her idea of casual dress leaned toward a light, spring dress accompanied by a blazer, and ballerina flatsโฆ but only on non-court days.
The light turned green and Olivia accelerated through the intersection.
Get over yourself, Chandler! People dress casually every day, stop trying to have an anxiety attack. This is for Bellamy, so suck it up!
Warmth enveloped her body as thoughts of the man she was falling in love with filled Oliviaโs head. Anxiety over clothing vanished. The corners of Oliviaโs mouth twitched as she remembered his admonishment.
โUnder no circumstances are you to show up in your lawyer clothes, counselor.โ
He chuckled at the horrified expression on her face.
โPlease, Olivia? Do this for me. I want the kids to see the real you, not the Olivia-mask the world sees every day.โ
Olivia sobered at his words and promised to dress casually.
Bruce pulled her into his arms. โBesides, my specialty dish is considered comfort food and best enjoyedโฆ while youโre comfortable.โ Heโd claimed her lips before she could respond, kissing Olivia deeply. He pulled away and pushed a small shopping bag into Oliviaโs hands. Bruce backed toward the front door.
โWhatever you decide to wear,โ he motioned to the bag, โyou have to wear that with it.โ
Olivia didnโt miss the mischievous gleam in Bruceโs eyes as he all but ran out the door to his truck. He winked as he slid into the driverโs seat and blew her a kiss as he sped away.
She stood in her doorway shaking her head. Remembering the Halloween costumes Bruce chose for them, inklings of dread caused her to shudder. Olivia stepped back inside her foyer, closing the door. She held the bag out at armโs length and smirked.
โNow what have you gotten me into, Bellamy?โ
Good day, WordPress bloggers and authors! Today we welcome a very special guest to the blogโSarina Chandler, from the upcoming Family Matters (In the Best Interest of the Child, Book 2). Sarina is the mother of Books 1 & 2 protagonist, Olivia Chandler.
SC: Excuse me?
FD: Yes, Mrs. Chandler?
SC: Wellโฆ technically, I was in book 1, too.
FD: Yes, maโam you were. But only in a flashback or two, and you werenโtโฆ um, yourself. I thought it best to not approach the subject.
SC: Oh, please! Now you sound like my daughter, not approaching the subject! I was crazy as a loon, out of my mind, off my rocker! Itโs not as if I planned it or wanted to be committed to an institution and leave my daughter.
FD: Of course not, maโam. Iโm sorry.
SC: Please call me Sarinaโฆ and Iโm the one who should be apologizing. I shouldnโt have been short with you. Itโs justโฆ Iโve missed most of Oliviaโs life and a big part of my own. It angers me, I just have no one to be angry with.
FD: May I askโฆ when did your mind begin to clear?
SC: Itโs beenโฆ about a year.
FD: What was the first thing you remembered, Sarina?
SC: *Looks down, fidgets with hands* The accident.
FD: Sarina, if this is too much for youโฆ
SC: No, itโs fine. Iโm fine. Iโve been silent for a third of my life. I need to talk, but if you donโt mind, Iโd like to share that story first with my daughter. I owe her thatโฆ she deserves that.
FD: Not a problem, Sarina. Glad to hear Olivia is coming to see you.
SC: Wellโฆ
FD: Sarina?
SC: I donโt know for a fact she is coming.
FD: Pardon?
SC: I talked with Willis a few weeks ago. Willis Benson, the administrator of my husbandโs estate. He and Olivia are close. I asked him to see if my daughter would visit me. Butโฆ itโsโฆ been a few weeks now, and nothing.
FD: Iโm sorry.
SC: Ugh! Stop apologizing already! Olivia and I were separated twenty-eight-years ago! I canโt expect her to make a quick decision for something like this.
FD: Why do you feel itโs such a difficult decision for her?
SC: Felicia, you know the last time I saw my daughter she was a ten-year-old. We had no other family and when I voluntarily came hereโฆ Olivia spent time in foster care. Iโm told she last visited me five years agoโฆ and I didnโt know who she was. Iโm sure she has some resentment issues with meโฆ and I canโt blame her.
FD: Is there a specific reason you want to see your daughter, Olivia, other than simply a mother missing her child?
SC: *Sighs* I need to apologize to herโฆ for leaving her. While it wasnโt intentional or could have been changed, I still left her. Even if she never forgives me or sees me as her mother, I have to say the words.
FD: Why is that so important to you, Sarina?
SC: I hadโฆ issues with my parents. Before Ben and I married, I hated them. Afterward, I reached out to them for a fresh start but was ignored. I gave up, but if my mom had softened just a little and acted like she cared about me, I would have been there for her. It never happened. I donโt want to hide behind the walls of this place and allow Olivia to believe I donโt love her. I must try.
FD: Iโm sure you will, Sarina. Iโm sure you will. I hope Olivia decides to see you.
SC: So do I, Felicia.
FD: Thank you for visiting with us today, Sarina. I know it wasn’t easy.
SC: It’s easier than accepting I’ll never see my child again. She just has to come.
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Child-advocate attorney Olivia Chandler has made major progress in overcoming her childhood trauma and issues with abandonment. However, her refusal to see her mother is having a negative impact on her new romance with Bruce Bellamy and everyone Olivia is close to.
Olivia enters specialized counseling for adults who suffer from childhood trauma but hinders her own progress when a major loss sends her spiraling back into the emotional comfort of the shadows in her mind.
With her sanity at risk, Olivia Chandler needs answers to break free from the traumatic stress which holds her captive, but the answers lie with the one person Olivia refuses to see.
Sarina Chandler.
Olivia Chandlerโs journey continues in Family Matters (In the Best Interest of the Child, Book 2), coming soon.

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“In the Best Interest of the Child”



It wasnโt too late to back out.
After the emotional upheaval Olivia Chandler experienced while handling the Averest case, re-entering counseling seemed like a sound idea. Olivia knew she had avoided her personal demons for far too long. Sorting through her issues with the past and laying them to rest was the only way she could move on to a future which was hers for the taking.
A future with Bruce.
However, now as the elevator neared the tenth floor of the Monarch Mental Health Center, Olivia wasnโt so sure.
What would she gain from talking about the period in her life where she suffered the most? Why had she promised Bruce she would do this? They could be happy together without her going through this.
The whisper-quiet, stainless steel doors parted and the conflicted attorney knew what she had to do.
Olivia stepped out of the lift and looked around for suite numbers. After a quick glance at the floor directory, she headed for suite 1055.
The familiar anxiety buzzing behind her ears reminded Olivia why she would not back out of counseling.
She was tired.
Even without the Rena Averest caseโฆ and Bruce Bellamy entering her life, Olivia Chandler always knew there would be a day of reckoning, and a battle for her soul and sanity.
Until a few short weeks ago, it was a battle Olivia expected to lose.
Olivia gave herself a last-minute pep talk as she entered suite 1055.
Itโs time, Chandler. No more excuses. You promised Bellamy you would do this, but this is for you and no one else.
The center of the room held two black love-seats and a large, flat screen television. A tunnel slide sat in the corner on the right side of the room between a wall of books and a wall of cubbies filled with toys. Two round tables covered with puzzles sat in the opposite corner.
Waiting was sometimes a necessary annoyance, but Leo and Diane Payton had given considerable thought to their clientsโ time when decorating this room. Olivia was impressed.
Walking up to the reception window, Olivia saw a middle-aged woman approach from the other side of the counter.
โOlivia Chandler?โ
Olivia recognized the warm voice from her first phone call. โYes. Marilyn?โ
โTisโ I!
The women shared a laugh and shook hands.
โGood to meet you, at last, Ms. Chandler.โ
โNo, no! Itโs Oliviaโฆ please.โ
Okay, Olivia. I must commend you on completing your online questionnaire. I realize some of the questions can be exhausting, but Iโve never seen one as complete as yours in the seventeen years Iโve been here.โ
Olivia averted her eyes while fiddling with her earring. โI donโt know if thatโs good or bad, Marilyn.โ
โTrust me, itโs a good thing.โ
Nodding once, Olivia watched as Marilyn reached for a file folder.
โIโve printed everything out, Olivia. I just need your signature in a few places and weโre all set.โ
Minutes later, consent papers signed, Olivia sat on the black leather love seat listening to the host of a cooking show rave about the flavor of beer can chicken.
Beads of sweat inched down Oliviaโs back.
A hum buzzed behind her left ear and grew in intensity until it caused Olivia physical pain.
She crossed and uncrossed her legs at the ankle while tugging on the hem of her skirt.
The warm, metallic taste of bile tickled the back of Oliviaโs throat and she glanced around the waiting room. Seeing a restroom sign perched high on a door in the corner of the childrenโs play area, Olivia judged the distance from her seat.
Annoyed with herself, she swallowed, determined to fight off the anxiety and nausea.
What is it with you, Chandler? Sitting here getting all worked up and trying to find reasons to run out the door when you need this! You need to rid yourself of this dark baggage. Leaving now will only keep you rooted in the same spot youโve been in since โ โฆ
โStop that.โ
Startled and embarrassed, Olivia looked in the direction the voice came from.
A Rubenesque African American woman stood near the reception counter, a file in one hand and a knowing smirk on her face. She approached Olivia.
โExcuse me? Stop what?โ
โStop trying to talk yourself into leavingโฆ or staying.โ
Stunned she was so well read by a stranger, Olivia faltered.
โD-Does this happen to everyone on their first visit?โ
Stopping in front of Olivia, the woman smiled and shook her head.
โIt happens to anyone doing something theyโre not sure they want to do.โ
She extended her hand. โIโm Diane Payton.โ
Olivia rose and shook Dianeโs hand.
โNice to meet you, Diane. Olivia Chandler. Does it ever happen to you?โ
Gesturing for Olivia to follow her, Diane Payton responded.
โOf course! Every single time we take our children to an amusement park, or the zoo, or the skating rink.โ
Olivia followed Diane down a long hallway.
โI ask myself, โDo you want to be trapped with your children and thousands of rude strangers all day?โ
Two closed doors stood at the end of the hallway. Diane opened the door to the right and motioned for Olivia to enter first.
โWhat do you decide, Diane?โ
The therapist entered and closed the door behind her.
โOh, no way do I want to be in any of those situations! But at the end of the day in the van when Iโm tired and sweaty and my feet hurt, I look over at my husband, happy and relaxed driving us home. I look in the back seats at our tribe already sleeping like the dead after having a great day,โ she shrugged, โand I think I was crazy for not wanting to come, and look forward to making more memories with my family.โ
Diane tilted her head toward conversational chairs across the room.
โCโmon, Olivia. Letโs talk.โ
The buzzing in her ears had stopped and bile no longer tried to claw its way out of her stomach. But as Olivia Chandler crossed the room, her steps were slow and weighted, part of her mind still rebelling against being in Diane Paytonโs office.
And it was that part of her mind Olivia pushed back against and took a seat.

An hour late, Olivia strode past Margotโs desk, her eyes focused on her office door.
Margot watched her pass, unhappy with what she was about to do. Setting her workstation to away status, she followed her boss into Oliviaโs office.
Olivia appeared not notice Margotโs presence and fumbled around, pulling out her laptop and opening file folders.
Standing near the door, Margot folded her arms across her chestโฆ and waited. She watched Olivia move folders around her desk several times before placing them in their original positions.
Lost in thought, the attorney remained standing at her desk, head bowed. When at last she looked up, Olivia was startled at seeing Margot.
โWhatโs wrong?โ
โYou tell me, Olivia. Youโve been in a fog since you got hereโฆ late. Youโre never late.โ
โWe all have off days, Schultz.โ
โYou donโt. Not when it comes to your job.โ
โWell, guess Iโm due then, huh?โ
โMaybe. Olivia, whatโs-โ
โHowโs the day shaping up? Bowers custody hearing at one, right? Does Louis have the background check done for the Nealy case?โ
โYes, the background check is backโฆ and on your desk,โ she gestured at the mess Olivia had created, โsomewhere. Mr. Bowers has asked for a thirty-day continuance and Mrs. Bowers isnโt arguing against it. Judge Whelan is ready to grant it as long as you donโt have a problem with the custody arrangement for the kids.โ
โOkay.โ
โOkay, what?โ
โI have no problem with the custody arrangement.โ
Margot glared at her boss as her patience wore thin.
โI havenโt told you what the arrangements are yet, Olivia.โ
A pained look marred Oliviaโs features. She fell back into her chairโฆ silent.
Margot turned and closed the office door. Her brow knitted with worry, she took a seat in front of Oliviaโs desk.
โTalk to me. Olivia, what happened?โ
โIโm fine, Margot. Itโs an off day. It hap-โ
โStop it.โ
Leaning forward, the office managerโs voice hardened. Her eyes bored into Olivia.
โYou were late. You didnโt take any of my calls or texts. You havenโt taken any of Bruceโs calls and the man is crazy with worry.ย He drove by your house twice last night and wanted to call the police when you werenโt there. You donโt want to talk about it, fine. But we care about you, Olivia, and we donโt deserve to be treated like we donโt matter.โ
Margot stood and walked toward the door, still talking. โPlease let me know how you want to proceed after you read the Bowers custody arrangements.โ
Oliviaโs shoulders slumped, shame bearing down on her. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came. As Margot reached for the doorknob, Olivia called out but for all her effort, her voice was low, soft and quavered.
โMargot, Iโm sorry.โ
The offended woman stopped, leaving the door closed but she also didnโt turn around.
โYouโre right. Iโm being unfair. I-Iโฆ donโt know why I have such a problem processing-โ
Margot whirled around. โOlivia, dammit! What happened?โ
Grief and anxiety won. Olivia wilted deeper into her chair as the first tear fell.
โWillis died last night.โ

โYou have two weddings coming up? Wow.โ
He gestured holding up a finger. โYes, but I only have to pay for one of them. Farren, Patโs fiancรฉ, is the daughter of two attorneys. Iโm sure their wedding will be glorious.โ
โTwo attorneys? Whatโs Farrenโs last name?โ
โFoster.โ
โHer parents are Collins and Catherine Foster?โ
Pat and Bruce both nodded.
Oliviaโs eyes widened. โThat wedding will be more than glorious. It will make Hollywood A-listers jealous. The Fosters are the go-to investment attorneys in this part of the state. They have a waiting listโฆ and theyโre not cheap.โ
โYou know them, Olivia?โ Bruce asked.
โVery well. I was a client a few years back.โ
Bruce sat back in his chair, his mouth hanging open. His children all stared at Olivia with surprised expressions too.
โWhatโs wrong, Bellamy?โ
โA successful law practice, that amazing house, and youโre a client of high-powered financial attorneys.โ He leaned forward and smirked. โWho are you, Olivia Chandler?โ
She grinned. โIโm merely a humble attorney whoโs smart about managing her money.โ
Bruce cast a doubtful look at her. โSo you say.โ
Before Bruce Bellamy could continue, Breck spoke up. โWhat made you decide to become an attorney, Olivia?โ
Bruceโs jaw tightened, but Olivia smiled, regarding Breck warmly.
โMy father was an attorney. Estate Planning and Management.โ
Casey Bellamy frowned. โReally? What made you choose child advocacy instead of following in your dadโs footsteps?โ
Bruce started, but Olivia reached out her hand in his direction. โItโs okay.โ Clasping her hands together, Olivia regarded each of the young faces.
โWhen I was ten-years-old, my family was involved a very bad car accident.โ
Pat returned to his seat and Shaun made no move to leave.
โM-my father was killed instantly. My mom and I suffered serious injuries. She was in a coma twice. Weโd been taken to different hospitals, and I didnโt know how she wasโฆor get to s-see herโฆโ
Bruce had to stop her.
โSweetness, may-โฆโ
โItโs okay, Bruce. Iโm okay.โ
Casey looked from Olivia to her father, the term of endearment not lost on her.
Olivia took a deep breath to settle herself before continuing.
โWhen I was well enough to be discharged, my mother was still in a coma. We had no other family, so I was put into temporary foster care.โ
Caseyโs gasp was the only sound in the room. Pat glanced at his father, while Shaun slid down in his seat and Breck stared down at the table surface, his features marred by anguish.
โI can tell by your reactions, you know a little something about foster care. Itโs not a death sentence, but itโs no walk in the park either. But I did get to go home a few months later. My mom was weak but her physical injuries were healing.โ Olivia stared at her clasped hands. โHer mind was another story.โ
โWhat happened, Olivia?โ Casey question was soft and whisper-like.
โI didnโt understand it at the time, but my mother was losing touch with realityโฆ a day at a time. Not to mention, her mental issues were hindering her full recovery from the injuries she suffered. Her doctors decided she needed care she couldnโt get at home and admitted her to a private mental facility.โ
โAnd you went back to foster care.โ It was a statement, not a question uttered by the youngest Bellamy.
Olivia nodded.
โBut you went to collegeโฆ and law school. Youโre successful, right? Your mom got well and came back, right?โ
Olivia Chandlerโs jaws tightened for a fraction of a second before she raised her head and answered Casey.
โNo. My mother is still in that facility.โ
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