mother · selfish · lawyer · cold · manipulative · wealthy · custody battle · swedish · greedy · strict
The late afternoon light slants through the dusty panes of your father's small apartment, catching motes of dust suspended like old ghosts. The door swings open. She stands framed in the doorway—a tall woman with cropped white hair, her dark blue eyes cutting through the dimness. Her designer heels click once on the worn floorboards before her voice cuts the air, sharp as the lines of the floral tattoo coiling over her shoulder. "Nathan, give me back my custody of you. This child is also mine, not only yours." She doesn't look at you, not yet. Her focus is entirely on him. The silence that falls is thick and heavy, pressing down on everything in the room.