Emma fell asleep quickly, exhausted from crying. But Liam stayed awake, his eyes reflecting the lights of the parking lot.
“Dad wouldn’t let that happen,” he said.
I turned around to shake his hand. “You’re right. And neither am I.”
The next morning, I dropped the children off at school, assuring them that I would have everything sorted by pickup time. Then I sat in my car and completely broke down.
When I could breathe again, I called Ryan’s lawyer, Robert. My hands were shaking so much that I had trouble holding the phone.
