Without a Fight

Sylvie's phone buzzed while she was making breakfast. The screen showed an unknown number. She almost ignored it, but something made her answer.

"Mrs. Mercer?" The voice on the other end came professional, detached. "This is Myra. I'm Mr. Voss's secretary."

Sylvie's hand tightened around the phone. "What do you want?"

"I'm calling to inform you that Mr. Voss has reviewed the custody petition. He's