The words slammed into me like a freight train, leaving me breathless and reeling.
"Notice of Custody Hearing" screamed at me from the page.
I felt my vision blur, my heart racing as I struggled to process the implications. And then, like a cruel twist of the knife, I saw his name.
Roman had filed for custody.
My breath caught, and I stumbled back into my chair, clutching the papers tightly. A thousand thoughts flooded my mind, each one more overwhelming than the last.
How could he?
After everything, how could he try to take them from me?
I leaned forward, pressing my forehead against the cool surface of my desk. Anger bubbled in my chest, hot and consuming, but beneath it was something else. Fear.
Because no matter how wrong Roman was, I knew one thing for certain. He wouldn't give up easily.
Taking a deep breath, I picked up my phone and scrolled to Roman’s number. My finger hovered over the call button for a moment before I pressed it.
Gripping the phone so tightly my knuckles tu
