MEGAN POV
All eyes turn to me that instant.
Wilson's smile doesn't wilt. "I understand your emotions, Megan. But this isn't about you. It's about what's best for the children."
"What's best for them?" I repeat, my voice rising. "You mean what's best for you."
One of the elders raises a hand. "Ms. Pierce, please refrain from outbursts."
"Outbursts?" I turn to face the council, my eyes blazing. "You call me here with no warning, accuse me of being an unfit mother, and expect me to stay calm?"
"No one is accusing you of being unfit," the elder woman clarifies gently. "But we must consider all perspectives."
"Then let me give you mine," I fire back, stepping forward. "I've raised Maverick and Makayla for four years. Alone. Without help. Without support. And they're thriving. They're hap
