“Rowan? Slow down. What’s going on?”
“Delaney left the kids alone for days to go partying. She got in a wreck and ended up in a coma. Elsie is in the hospital on an IV. Micah thought his sister was dying. I want full custody, Avery. I want the locks changed. I want her stripped of every right she has right now.”
Avery’s voice shifted instantly to all-business. “Send me every medical record and the DCS intake file. I’ll have the motion on a judge’s desk by 8:00 AM.”
I hung up, feeling the metallic taste of vengeance in my mouth.
When I walked back into Elsie’s recovery room, the sight shattered whatever tough facade I was holding onto. Micah had dragged a heavy vinyl visitor’s chair right up to the railing of Elsie’s hospital bed. He was holding her little hand through the bars, watching her chest rise and fall with the grim, vigilant focus of a soldier on watch. He felt entirely responsible for her survival.
