THEA
I think I’m going to throw up.
Three days of court. Three days of Sebastian playing the perfect father. Three days of Sebastian's smug lawyer calling me “emotionally volatile” while the judge barely conceals his bias. Three days of watching Sebastian flash me that charming deceitful smile like it's the weapon forged against me.
And I’m losing.
Not because I’m unfit. Not because I don’t love Finn. But because the system was never built for women like me.
Women who work.
Women who are angry.
Women who walk away.
I grip the steering wheel harder. My fingers are shaking, but I don’t cry. There’s no time for that anymore.
Finn asked me to fight for him.
He looked me in the eyes and said, “I want to come with you, Mum.”
I keep hearing his voice in my head. Over and over. And ever
