Thora’s POV
I’d had enough.
The night before there was no sleep. I threw, whipped, swarmed around the living room till the sun started poking holes into the blinds. As soon as the sky lightened I got dressed in the first piece of clothing I could find and went to the office of my lawyer.
I had sat across from her in a disheveled state, with all my hair messed up, and no make-up on my face, and my coffee cold between my fingers. I didn’t care. “File it,” I said. Her pen wavered above her yellow legal pad. “File what?” “Full custody. Emergency order. Whatever it takes. I would rather Quentin were out of the life of Avis. Her brows pulled together. “Thora, that’s—” I am no longer waiting him to make the next move. I broke, but I made myself stronger. “I can’t live like this anymore. I cann
