(Sabrina’s POV)
That night, I dream that I'm in a courtroom.
I've never been to a custody hearing before. But the courtroom is all dark wood and cold fluorescent lights that make everyone look dead.
The judge sits high above us, faceless in black robes. Dustin is at the other table with Jessica beside him, both of them smiling victory smiles.
"Ms. Moore." The judge's voice echoes off the walls. "Do you have anything to say before I make my ruling?"
I try to stand, but my legs won't work. I try to speak, but my voice comes out as a whisper no one can hear.
"The court finds that the mother is unfit. Custody is awarded to the father."
"No!" The word tears out of me. "No, please, you don't understand—"
But the judge is already standing, already leaving. And Jake—
Jake is walking towar
