Maya's POV
David was already on the phone when I arrived at his office.
He held up one finger, pacing behind his desk, and I sat down and read the temporary order on his screen. Two pages. Clean legal language that added up to one thing. Until the full hearing, I couldn't take Aria out of the state, couldn't change her school or medical providers, couldn't make any significant parenting decision without court approval.
A court whose assigned judge had been on Santoro's payroll for six years.
David hung up. "I've escalated the recusal to the appellate level. Different judge, different office, harder to reach." He sat down. "It buys us time, but the temporary order stands until someone overturns it."
"How long."
"Days. Maybe a week."
"And in that week."
"You parent normally. You don'
