Vincent arrived flanked by confidence. His lawyers spoke in practiced tones. They referenced valuations, projections, ownership structures — things Alexis had once built herself. Alexis sat beside her attorney and said nothing.
When it was her turn, the judge looked at her kindly. Almost cautiously. “Mrs. Dunst,” she said, “what are you seeking in this action?” Alexis stood. “Child support,” she said. The room shifted. Vincent blinked. One of his lawyers leaned forward, frowning.