The sheriff's deputy was standing on my front porch at 7:23 AM, looking apologetic as he handed me the papers that would change everything. Emergency custody motion. Court date in seventy-two hours. Thomas Romano versus Bella Romano Sterling regarding the welfare of minor child Emma Romano.
My hands shook as I read the legal language that painted me as an unfit mother.
Mikel appeared beside me, coffee mug in hand, taking in the deputy's uniform and my pale face. "What's happening?"
"Your uncle," I said, my voice barely steady, "just made his first real move."
The deputy cleared his throat. "Ma'am, I need to inform you that there's also a motion for immediate supervised visitation pending. Until the court hearing, any interaction between you and the minor should be documented."
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