16
Avery
I was at a complete loss for what to do. After weeks of spending every spare moment preparing for the custody case, I suddenly found myself with an abundance of free time, but no desire to do anything except mope.
After apologizing profusely to Molly and Grant, my best friend had kindly assured me that it wasn’t my fault. The quiet judgment in Grant’s unwavering gaze told me that he didn’t agree with his wife’s generous assessment.
I was almost relieved by his justifiable anger. I deserved his wrath––and much more. What had I been thinking when I inserted myself into such an important, life-altering legal battle? I wasn’t even a lawyer yet. I certainly shouldn’t have been playing with anyone’s life in that manner. It had cost these wonderful people precious time with their son
