However, I didn’t think I would see him again like this. Even though he was 10 years older, he remained the same.
There was another guy next to him. Stiff, with every hair in its proper place, in a costly suit. Everything about him screamed lawyer, and he was holding a folder.
“What brings you here?” I croaked. My voice broke, but I was not going to give up. Daniel didn’t make an effort to be kind. He didn’t. “I’m here to get my son back.”
I momentarily lost my ability to breathe as my heart stopped beating. He believed he could just stroll back into our life and take Adam away from me after ten years of radio silence? No, this is not possible.
I responded in a shaky whisper, “You’re not taking him.” “You’re not entitled.” Daniel’s attorney cleared his throat before advancing with the arrogant,
Heartless expression that only attorneys have mastered. With a voice that was gratingly neutral, he gave me the folder. “You’ve been served, ma’am.”
