“It looks like Maia lived with Dominic throughout most of his first marriage,” Yuri says, scanning the page. “Then, when he split, she must’ve taken April in.”
Maia Toussaint. April’s grandmother by marriage, not by blood—and yet, from these files, she might have been the only one who truly cared about her.
“There’s no record of a custody battle,” I observe.
“Not exactly,” Grisha clarifies. “The court transcript says there was a brief scuffle between Eleanor and Dominic over who was going to keep the child, but for the opposite reason.”
“Meaning neither one wanted custody.”
I clench my fist under the table. No wonder April’s so jaded about blood. All her life, she’s been betrayed by the ones she came from—and saved by the ones who had no obligation to help her.
“Oh,” Yuri mutters. “T
