(Sabrina’s POV)
The courtroom doors swing shut behind me, and I barely make it three steps before my legs threaten to give out. The marble floor of the courthouse hallway stretches endlessly in both directions, cold and unforgiving under the fluorescent lights.
"Sabrina."
Ethan's voice cuts through the ringing in my ears. I spin around to face him, my heart hammering against my ribs like it's trying to escape.
"When?" The word comes out sharper than I intend. "When did you and Jake plan this?"
Ethan's expression softens. He takes a step closer, his expensive shoes clicking against the floor.
"Two days ago."
"Two days." I laugh, but there's no humor in it. "So while I was freaking out about losing his custody, my son was secretly coordinating with you behind my back?"
"He contacted
