Robbie’s Warm Welcome
Stepping into Robbie’s office, I was met with his firm handshake and a comforting smile. “Tom, glad you came,” he said, though his tone carried an unmistakable seriousness. “Let’s get started,” he continued, motioning me to take a seat. Something about Robbie’s presence always had a way of steadying me, making me feel less overwhelmed. I trusted him completely to navigate this chaos, and that trust was exactly what I needed to hold onto.
Robbie’s Warm Welcome
The Cold Evidence
Robbie laid the divorce papers across his desk, their presence heavy and unyielding, like undeniable proof of Lisa’s absence from my life. Each page weighed more than the last, a cruel reminder of what had slipped through my hands. “Here’s what we’re facing,” Robbie explained, guiding me through clauses and conditions. “It’s not final yet, but timing is critical.” I listened intently, each word striking harder, as if I was staring at the abrupt end of a story I wasn’t ready to close.
The Cold Evidence
