I walked over and said lightly,
“Oh, and since you’re here…”
I reached into a drawer and handed Kyle a stack of papers.
It was a full record of the unpaid child support, missed visits, and letters from my lawyer.
A rather fitting Father’s Day gift.
Ava skimmed through the pages, her face turning red.
“You told me everything was fine,” she snapped at Kyle. “You said you and your daughter were close!”
Kyle stammered. “It’s… complicated—”
“Complicated?” Ava cut him off. “This says you haven’t paid child support for six months and missed twelve visits!”
I opened the door.
“Well, I’m sure you two have a lot to talk about. Happy Father’s Day.”
Kyle and Ava left without another word. Their car pulled away from the curb just seconds later.
Emma picked up the card that had slipped onto the floor and looked at me.
“Did I do something wrong?”