At Cammie’s look of confusion, I whispered, “Asshole ex-husband. I’ll explain later.”
Her expression turned sad, and because I’d somehow come to know her very quickly, I knew she was wishing she could fix things and give my sister a hug. Which made my feelings for her even more complicated.
“It’s okay,” my sister sighed, turning my attention back to her situation.
“No, it’s not, Lulu,” I disagreed vehemently. “Let me guess, he brought extravagant presents that he paid for with the alimony money?”
She was silent for a few moments, then said, “Yeah.”
My eyes narrowed as I stared at the phone. “What else, Lulu?”
“Um…he took pictures with the kids, but it was obvious he wanted proof that I’m not giving them what they deserve or whatever other crap he twists it into.”
“And?” I prompted, knowing there was more. With Trent, the bullshit was endless.
“He hired a new lawyer, and they submitted a new custody proposal. He…dropped it off.”
“Please,” I groaned. “Please tell me he didn’t wrap it like a present.”
“Okay…I won’t.”
Cammie slapped her hand over her mouth to contain her horrified gasp.
“I’ll take care of it,” I declared, my tone indicating that this was not up for argument.
“Soren, don’t do anything stupid.”
“You really think I’d do anything that would jeopardize your case, Lulu?”
“No,” she whispered. “I just don’t want you to have to fight my battles for me. Or have you give up anything because I made a mess of my life.”
A tear slipped down Cammie’s cheek, and I wiped it away with my finger before resting my chin back on her shoulder while holding her closer.
“That’s what big brothers do, Lulu. Besides, making him suffer brings meaning to my life.”
Lulu giggled like I knew she would.
“Email me the papers, and as soon as we get rescued, I’ll handle it.”
“Okay. Love you.”
“Love you, too.” A smile curved my lips before I added, “You told me. You know what this means, don’t you? I wi—” She hung up before I could finish, making me laugh.
“Will she be okay?” Cammie asked softly.
“Yeah. There’s no way in hell I will ever let that fucker take my niece and nephew. But for now, I’m going to handle the lawyer shit.”
She raised her brow. “The lawyer?”
I nodded, then kissed her cheek before shifting her off my lap and onto her feet. “They should have been in court over this a long time ago, but every time Trent gets a new lawyer…they mysteriously quit.”
Cammie eyed me speculatively. “Why?”
I stood and guided her back to the blankets while I explained. “I’m not doing anything illegal, if that’s what you’re thinking. They just get a much better offer.”
“You’re paying them to drop him as a client?”
“Gold star of the lady,” I teased.