Anabella Clayton's POV:
The investment in NeuraCore was still dangling in limbo; Randolph claimed he needed time to secure the blessing of his other shareholders.
Meanwhile, the date circled in jagged crimson on my calendar arrived. It was the day of the custody hearing.
When I pushed open the heavy oak doors of the courthouse waiting room, my footsteps faltered.
The room was dimly lit, cast in shadows. Jewell hadn't arrived yet, but the room was far from empty.
Bowden was perched on a dark leather sofa by the window, one hand draped possessively over Analia's shoulder. Dexter was wedged between them, a small, shrinking figure looking around with wide, anxious eyes.
I felt a surge of heat behind my ribs and marched forward. "Bowden, have you lost your mind? The judge and the psycholo
