Maya's POV
David was still talking, but I'd stopped hearing him.
Custody. Vittorio Santoro had filed for custody of my daughter. A man I'd never met, who'd never seen Aria, who'd spent the last week threatening her father into silence, had walked into a courtroom this morning and put his name on a legal document claiming rights to my child.
"Maya. Maya, listen to me." David's voice cut through. "It's an emergency petition, which means he's claiming immediate risk to the child's welfare. He's arguing that you're in a dangerous situation and that Aria needs to be removed for her safety."
"That's insane."
"It's also strategic. He's not going to win this, but it forces you into court. It forces you to respond, to appear, to engage with his lawyers on his timeline." David paused. "Where ar
