And right now, I’m terrified it won’t be enough.
“And what else do you like about living in Lander?” my attorney asks.
Mia thinks for a long moment, tiny brow furrowed.
“Everything,” she says finally.“I like when Grace reads me stories. And when Mommy and me make pancakes on Saturdays. And when Opa sneaks me cookies before dinner. And when Jude makes my hot chocolate not too hot. And when Dex does cartoon voices and Penny lets me take pictures with her camera, and…”
She runs out of breath.
My throat closes up. Those are her real memories. Her life. Her sense of safety.
My attorney nods.“Mia, do you feel safe at home with your mom?”
“Yes.” No hesitation.
“And do you like spending time with Ethan?”
At Kevin’s table, his attorney straightens like she’s been pulled by a string.
But Mia just beams.“He’s my best friend.” Then, softer, almost shy:“He always puts my favorite songs in his car and sings with me.”
Judge Hale’s smile deepens with understanding.“Thank you, Mia. You did a very brave thing today.”
She nods, relieved, and lets the bailiff lead her out. She looks back at me once, her small hand rising in a hesitant wave.
I wave back even though my hand is shaking.
Because even with all the warmth Mia brought into this room, even with the judge’s first real smile…
Kevin still has money.
Influence.
Power.
The moment Mia disappears through the door, the cold washes back through me.
I’ve never been more terrified in my life.
Because now it’s his turn.
Kevin smirks from his chair with the polished confidence of a man who has never faced a single consequence in his life. His suit is expensive. His hair perfect. He looks like the kind of man judges listen to.
The kind of man women lose custody battles against.
His attorney smooths her skirt.“Your Honor, the petitioner calls Mr. Kevin Masters.”
Kevin rises and takes the stand. He flashes the judge a respectful, practiced smile.“Morning, Your Honor.”
Judge Hale nods.“Proceed.”
Kevin’s lawyer begins.
“Mr. Masters, can you describe your involvement in Mia’s life?”
He leans back, hands clasped like he’s posing for a magazine spread.“I’ve always provided for her. Always ensured she had the best. A stable home. Education. Opportunity.”
He’s talking about money.
