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We both stood.
I grabbed my purse.
Xay muttered something under his breath.
“What?”
“I ain’t say shit.”
“Good.”
We went inside.
It wasn’t no dramatic TV courtroom.
Nobody was banging a gavel.
Nobody was screaming.
It was paperwork.
Income.
Numbers.
Questions.
The child support hearing officer went through everything both of us had submitted.
My income.
Xay’s income.
His employment.
My employment.
Health insurance for Collin.
Childcare.
How many overnights Collin actually spent with Xay.
Not how often he stopped by.
Not whether he bought diapers sometimes.
Actual overnights.
Which weren’t many.
They also went through Xay’s other legal dependents.
That part almost made me laugh considering the nigga had enough children to start his own damn daycare.
The officer looked down at the paperwork.
“Mr. Lawless, you’re currently employed full-time?”
