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Malachi’s intervention

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POV: Malachi

By the time the second hearing session started, I had stopped treating Arthur Hayes like a man trying to win custody because that assumption no longer held up in any practical sense.

That would have been easier, honestly. People fighting for custody usually behave in predictable ways. They get emotional under pressure, they push arguments too aggressively, they try to discredit the other parent or drag personal history into the courtroom in a way that eventually weakens their posit
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