Anthony“Nori, honey. Please settle down,” I whispered, damn near on the verge of crying myself. The child had been crying nonstop since we left the courtroom, and that was hours ago. She’d long ago ripped the white bows out of her head, leaving her ponytails wild and skewed. Her face was red, splotchy, and streaked with tears. I tried feeding her, and she swiped the bowl of spaghetti off the high chair table with a forceful backhand, sending sauce and noodles splattered against her pretty dress and the pristine white walls. She flopped over like a fish in the highchair and cried out the only word I assumed she knew…Mama.The more I told her to calm down, the worse it got.“You should give Simone a call. Maybe if Nori heard her voice, then she’ll settle down,” Jonathan suggested.“No, I got this.”“I think you were too aggressive. You could’ve done a gentle transition. You know, spend a few months getting to know Nori before taking her from Simone.” I ignored him and pulled a sauced n
SimoneMy baby is gone. I’ve lost her, but she isn’t dead. She still exists. I just…can never see or hold her again. It’s true. Every moment with your child is precious. Life is unpredictable—here today, gone tomorrow.Where do I go? Home? Back to the place with her nursery and a reminder of her first dentist appointment on the refrigerator? Somewhere else? A place where a memory of her doesn’t exist?I checked the time on my phone, but my lock screen was of her. I swallowed around the lump in my throat and questioned if I should remove it. The constant reminder of the love lost would be torture.“Ma’am, you have to leave. We’re locking the courthouse for the evening,” I heard from a gruff voice above me.“I’m sorry,” I whispered, standing to my feet.“I’ll escort you to your car.”“That won’t be necessary,” I refused. I left the courthouse and found my sedan in the parking lot looking as lonely as me. My breath caught in my throat when I eyed Nori’s car seat in the back.She will not
Simone“I’m sorry,” Anthony murmured as he sat beside me on a bench while we waited for the verdict.Sorry? I scoffed in my head while Nori sat on my lap, playing with a doll.“About which part? Trying to take my daughter? Refusing to split custody? Or was it bringing up food stamps or the fact I was a day or two late on my rent a few times—”“Six,” he reminded me, setting his cane across his lap.“You didn’t need to clarify,” I snapped.Heartless bastard.He cleared his throat, and his gaze locked on Nori. “I’m sorry…for all of it. Believe me, Ms. Livingston, it was not supposed to be this way. I didn’t want to do this.”I smiled ruefully. “Oh, let me guess…this hurts you more than it hurts me?”He pursed his lips before allowing his expression to even out. “Perhaps not more, but I’m hurting too.”“Not even getting hit by a truck hurts more than this.”His lips turned up softly. “You haven’t been hit by a truck yet.”“Yet?” I scoffed with a shrug. “You might as well, at this point.”
AnthonyI anxiously tapped my cane against the tile floor and stared at Judge Wallen. Her poker face was top-tier—she didn’t give the slightest hint of emotion as Simone expressed how she should retain parental rights of Nori.“Judge Wallen, I implore you to do the right thing. It’s regrettable what Mr. Powell went through, but I’ve been Nori’s everything since she was born. While he may be her biological father, he’s still a stranger.”“Do you have anything else to add before Mr. Powell speaks?”“I…I’ve loved Nori since I felt her first kick; however, I told myself not to get close to her because of my obligations and duty to Mr. Powell, but all bets were off when we left the hospital. It’s me and Nori against the world, and she’s mine. I’m not heartless, Judge Wallen. I propose joint custody if Mr. Powell is in agreement. It would only be fair.”“Thank you, Ms. Livingston. Please take your seat. Mr. Powell, will your lawyer speak on your behalf, or would you like to make a statement?
Anthony“Anthony…are you sure you want to go through with this?” Jonathan asked cautiously.“Are you trying to talk me out of this?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him through the mirror I used to tie my tie.“Anthony,” he sighed. “There are other options.”“Like joint custody?”“Would it be so bad? You can give Nori to Simone every other weekend and have a child-free weekend.”I clenched my teeth in frustration. “I’ve had enough child-free weekends…thank you.”“I just…I don’t think you’re being fair. Simone carried your child, gave birth to her, and cared for her as if she were her own. She could’ve been a heartless bitch and wiped her hands clean of the situation and let them take your daughter into foster care, but she didn’t. Whether you want to acknowledge it or not, Simone is Nori’s mother. You’d be doing your daughter a disservice.”“The original agreement—”“After the judge rules in your favor, and you know she will, will you be able to look at yourself in the mirror every morn
Simone“Kidnapping?” I repeated softly. “I waited two days. I didn’t touch, nurse, or name her. I didn’t even want to look at her. I waited for him to show up. I’m sympathetic, but what happened to him is not my fault. His time was up, and I stepped in.” I picked up the contract. “I took care of her and loved her. As I said, I’m sympathetic and will be happy to let him see his daughter and be in her life, but she’s not just some kid I gave birth to anymore.” I tore the contract in half and pushed the papers across the table. “Nori’s my child, and you’ll have to pry her from my cold, dead hands. I’ll never stop fighting for her.”Mr. Baker lost his air of nervousness and took his glasses off with a heavy sigh. “This is an extenuating circumstance, Ms. Livingston. Mr. Powell is grateful that you took such good care of Nori. But she was never yours. The time has come, Ms. Livingston. You have to return her to her biological parent. I hope you say your goodbyes.” He stood and gathered his