MARTHA'S POV
I opened my mouth to say exactly what Kevin and I had practiced: "I want what's best for my baby, Your Honor. Whatever that means."
But then I looked at Silas.
And I saw it-that expression I'd seen a thousand times before. That look that said he wished he was anywhere else. That he wished I didn't exist. That I was nothing but an inconvenience in his perfect fantasy world where he got Millie instead of me.
This baby was his. His responsibility. His burden.
And he didn't want it.
He'd never wanted anything from me except what he couldn't have from Millie.
Something bitter and poisonous rose in my chest, burning away the careful control I'd maintained.
"I want to keep my baby," I heard myself say. But my eyes stayed locked on Silas. "Unless..."
"Unless what, Ms. Harvey
