**Mira's POV — Three Days After the Hearing**
The apartment building was modern glass and steel—nothing like the Whitmore house with its familiar creaks and worn furniture, nothing like Ravencrest Estate with its oppressive grandeur.
This was Valeblack's space. Soon to be theirs.
Mira stood in the parking lot, boxes stacked in her car, Brielle clutching her favorite stuffed wolf.
"Mommy, is this where we're living now?"
"Yes, baby. With Mr. Valeblack."
"But what about Grandma and Grandpa?"
"We'll visit them all the time. And they'll visit us." Mira knelt down. "This is just a different home. You'll have your own room here. Mr. Valeblack set it up special for you."
Brielle's face scrunched. "Can I bring my toys?"
"All of them."
"And my night light?"
"Every
