Chapter 6

Three days later, color returned to Cassian's cheeks, and his temperature stabilized. He managed to sit up and sip some chicken soup my sister had made, sparking a glimmer of hope in me. However, the peace was shattered by the blaring of car horns outside. Through the window, I saw sever

Chapter 7

The day before the hearing, Kenneth Meyer went over every piece of evidence with a fine-tooth comb, offering me a reassuring nod.

"Ms. Miller, with this evidence and the psychological evaluation report for Cassian, we have a strong case."

Yet, anxiety gnawed at me, and I couldn't sleep

Chapter 8

I met Jonathan Silva's eyes with confidence, sitting up straight in the courtroom. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, heightening the tension between us.

"Mr. Silva, intimidation might be your usual tactic, but when it comes to my child, I won't back down," I said, my voice fir