Better Off without You
Language: en
My wife, Vicky Charleston, a lawyer, dragged me to court for the eighth time over custody of a dog. Partway through the trial, she finally caved and sent me a message. [Name whatever terms you want, as long as you hand the dog over to Derek.] She used to be someone who wouldn't bend, not even a little. To avoid any appearance of a conflict of interest, she'd once stood by and watched my father, Austin Fletcher, get framed and thrown in prison without lifting a finger. Now, to help her foster brother, Derek Charleston, win a dog we'd raised together, she'd forged twenty-six pieces of…