*Amelie*
I am looking in the mirror, the dress makes me look classy and professional, so does the light makeup and the bun my hair is pulled up into. Today is the first day in court, trying to convince the judge that my ex husband Pierre should not be allowed to bring René with him back to France.
"Tim !" I call out for him. "Could you come here a moment cherie ?"
Ten seconds later he pokes in his head. "What is it my darling ? Ooh don't you look very sharp and professional".
"I need to Tim, I need to look perfect or they might take him". I feel the tears threatened to start pouring again. I don't know what I would do if they take my son from me.
"Don't fret darling. He won't get away with this". Tim takes my hand. "There are no reason they would give him custody of René".
I swallow.
