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I frowned, replying, "From what I've heard, Nicole's found someone else and wants to shed the burden of raising a child. But knowing her, she's apt to change her mind on a dime."
Angelo's expression turned solemn. "Yes, I'm aware. Additionally, she's let go of her legal counsel. It seems she only needed them for the court filings."
"That sounds about right. Secrets seem to be her specialty." I nodded carefully, keeping my own deep mystery—Rosedale's unsolved riddle—hidden, worried that it might jeopardize my chance at fatherhood. After all, if Angelo hadn't mentioned it, why should I?
"Now, as we touched on during our video call, the court will want to make sure you can offer Ava a stable, loving home. They'll examine your financial footing, living conditions, and capacity to care for your little girl."
I powered up my tablet and brought up the files—my contract with Ella, the remodeling agreement, and even some pics of the nursery furniture. I presented Angelo with the loan documents and various HR files Chase had forwarded to me, confirming my insurance coverage and W-2s from the past three years.
"Outstanding, Mitch," Angelo praised, obviously impressed. "Now, a crucial part of your case is proving your dedication to being a presence in Ava's life, and you've got a solid start here." He leaned across the desk and handed me a sheet of paper. "Here's the location for your DNA test. Simple stuff. They'll just swab the inside of your cheek, but I'd recommend getting it done right away."
"Right, I looked it up. But it seems the results can take up to five business days. Do I really have to wait that long to meet Ava?"
"Actually, no. I've been in touch with the Department of Human Services. They're aware you're heading into town and plan to meet you at your chalet tomorrow for the introduction. Any further meetings will be on hold until the test results come back. Judge's orders!"
"Should I stock up on diapers or anything else for the baby at the chalet, given there's no gear for her there right now?" I asked, running a hand through my hair.
"Don't sweat it. Margaret, the caseworker, will bring everything you need. But she'll be observing how you interact with the baby, gauging whether you're forming a connection with the little one."
I could feel the anticipation humming through me. "Looking forward to that," I mumbled.
As we dove further into the labyrinthine details of my case, my phone buzzed in my pocket like an insistent insect. It was a text from Ella. My breath hitched when I read:
Ella: Terribly sorry, but I've caught something awful. Fever’s got me good.
Me: That's rough. At the attorneys. Meeting Ava tomorrow. Could really use you.
Ella: I'd be there if I could...
Me: Appreciate the heads-up.
I slipped my phone back into my jacket, doing my best to keep any signs of unease off my face. There's a saying about being honest with your lawyer, but I wasn't quite ready to admit that the new nanny had hung me out to dry.
"Everything copacetic?" Angelo asked, his eyes narrowing just a touch.
"Forgive me," I said, "just a little business matter to attend to. I'll be right back."
"By all means, Mitch," Angelo said, glancing at his watch. "We can pick up where we left off when you return."
I stepped outside into the afternoon breeze, a welcome respite. After taking a deep breath, I dialed Amy. She answered on the first ring. "Hey there, was just about to give you a call! How's everything going?"
"Bit of a mixed bag," I said, my voice tight as I filled her in. "Amy, I need your help. Ella can't make it, and I need someone I trust with Ava. Can you fill in for her?"
Amy hesitated, her voice laced with concern. "I don't know, Mitch. I've only taken care of Jonathan at that age, and just briefly. And... where are you meeting, at the foster parent's place?"
"No, at the chalet."
"Oh, I just... I'm not certain..."
"Amy, please! You don't have to stay the night or anything. I'll book a hotel room. It's just for a few hours... You don't have to visit any place that brings back…."
"Alright. That helps. I just can't go into the bedroom. Don't remember much else about the place, though."
"You won't regret it... I promise," I said, relief lifting my voice.
"When do you need me?" she asked.
"Not sure yet. Just catch the first flight out tonight or in the morning. Then, I'll meet you at the Vail airport." Gratitude washed over me, and I couldn't help but smile at her selfless response. I thanked her profusely before hanging up and heading back to Angelo's office. As we waded deeper into the murky waters of the legal process, my emotions swirled with equal parts confusion and excitement.
