Chapter 11“All rise,” the elderly bailiff intoned. “The honorable Judge Marlow Jones is now presiding.”
Chase stood. He hated being in this room. It brought up in his mind the most horrible memories. Baylee's hand tightened on his, reminding him why he was here. This time, his appearance in court had little to do with him, and everything to do with his lovely, fragile wife and her son. He met her gaze, saw the deep shadows below her pretty brown eyes, the lips ragged from nervous chewing. It's going to be okay, he urged her with an intense expression. The money those people have will not prevail. You love Dylan, you're a good mother, and you've provided him a perfectly acceptable home. There's no reason for the court to take him away from you, and they won't.
Her eyes skated away from hi
