Olivia POV
Roman unfolded the paper with the careful, controlled movements of a man who already suspected it would ruin his night and was determined not to give Vanessa the satisfaction of watching him react.
I watched his face anyway. I couldn't help it.
Whatever composure he'd been holding onto cracked somewhere around the second paragraph. His jaw went tight, a muscle jumping there, and when he looked up his eyes had gone flat and cold in a way I hadn't seen from him even in the entryway two days earlier.
"What is it?" I asked, low, aware of the small crowd still watching us, phones still angled our direction.
"An emergency motion." His voice was barely above a whisper, controlled fury dressed up as calm. "For temporary custody. And supervised visitation, pending a full evaluation
