(Sabrina’s POV)
The admission makes my chest ache.
I think about Jake's drawing this morning. The unlabeled figure standing close but not quite connected to our little family.
I think about the custody hearing in two days and how much easier it would be to prove stability with a good job and a place to live.
Though I want to do this on my own, I also know that in life, sometimes you have to accept help. No one can do everything alone.
"Fine," I say finally. "But only I will come. If you lie to me—"
"I won’t. I promise."
"Your promises don't mean much to me right now."
"I know. But I'm going to earn back your trust. Starting tonight."
We agree to meet at a family restaurant at six. Somewhere casual and public where I can demand answers without worrying about making a scene.
After
