I looked across the aisle. Delaney was holding her breath, her hands clasped so tightly in her lap her knuckles were white. She looked like a woman bracing for the executioner’s axe. I thought about the rage I had carried in the hospital. I thought about the power I held right now to legally erase her from our lives.
Then I thought about Micah, handing her a blue Lego brick yesterday, a tiny smile cracking his guarded face.
“No, Your Honor,” I said, and the courtroom went dead silent. Avery hissed my name under her breath, but I ignored her.
“My children needed safety, and I provided it,” I continued, my voice steady. “But they also love their mother. She broke them, yes. But for the last four months, I’ve watched her sit on a dirty floor and try to glue the pieces back together without making excuses. If the professionals say it’s safe for her to have them more, I won’t stand in the way. I don’t want to win a war if the victory means my kids lose their mother entirely.”
