Becca.
I walked out of the lawyer's office feeling as though I were floating somewhere outside myself. Everything just seemed so… surreal.
James was carrying Alessandro. But then I had a sudden need to hold the child, as though physically having him in my arms could protect us all from having him taken away.
Woodenly, I held out my arms for Alessandro.
“Becca… are you sure?" James asked.
I nodded, and James carefully passed the one-year-old over. Alessandro blinked dark eyes up at me, completely unaware of the dangerous game that was going on around him. Unaware of the dangerous games that had been going on around him.
“James, I can't lose him," I whispered. “If the judge says I can keep him, but I have to go away from you… I will."
“I know," James said without judgment. He put a ha
