Caleb POV
I'd been sitting in the conference room for twenty minutes, my hands clasped on the table to keep them from shaking. Every time the door opened, my heart jumped, but it was just another associate bringing water or documents I didn't need.
"She'll be here," my attorney James said from across the table. "Her lawyer confirmed it thirty minutes ago."
"And if she doesn't show?" I asked, my voice rougher than I intended.
"Then we proceed with the court petition," James said calmly. "But Caleb, I think she'll show. She's smart enough to know that working this out privately is better for everyone, especially the child."
The child. My son. Tom.
I'd barely slept since seeing him at the aquarium, his grey eyes so much like mine, his smile lighting up his whole face when he talked abou
