*LENA*
Evan's seven months old and crawling, sort of. More like dragging himself across the floor. All determination, no technique. But he's moving. Exploring.
I watch him from the kitchen. He wants his blocks. He reaches and grabs one. Straight to his mouth.
"No, baby. Not for eating."
I take it away. He screams like I've committed murder. Welcome to seven months.
The court ruled last month. Supervised visitation. Two hours weekly starting when Evan turns one. Four more months. Four months until I share my child with the man who walked away.
I don't want to think about it. I'll focus on what I can control, the foundation. My office is bigger now. Three rooms. Small staff. Sienna full-time. Two case managers.
I helped forty families in six months. Rent, legal aid, childcare, job tr
