Olivia’s face was pale, caught, but defiant. “I’m taking my son,” she snapped. “He belongs with me.”
Mason ran to me, burying his face in my chest.
His tiny hands clutched my shirt, shaking. I could feel how terrified he was. “That’s enough,” I said, my voice shaking with fury.
“You’re leaving. Now.”
As she stormed out, she yelled that she’d “fight me in court.”
I held Mason tighter, realizing something crystal clear—She wasn’t trying to reconnect. She was trying to claim something she never earned.
And I would never let her take him. Note: This story is a work of fiction inspired by real events. Names, characters, and details have been altered.
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