Sophia squeezes my hand. "See? You've got an entire army here. Richard, me, Ethan. We're all rooting for you.
I don’t reply to that. Because the truth is, I don't know if it will be. I don't know if being a good mother or having a large supporting team is enough when Dustin has money and Jessica's father's influence and a team of lawyers who specialize in making people like me look incompetent.
More footsteps. Heavier this time.
I look up, and my stomach drops.
Dustin.
He's wearing his best suit—the navy one I helped him pick out three years ago for a major client presentation. Jessica walks beside him in a blood-red dress, I’m starting to notice now, she’s always wearing red, that probably costs more than my entire wardrobe, her heels clicking against the tile like gunshots.
Dustin'
