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Reese POV"Not everything is lost, Reese. You can appeal," said Spencer, his voice trying to be a beacon in the storm that was my life now. He and Alice were by my side, trying to console me after the court's decision that took away Sammy's custody. But how could I find comfort? My heart was in pieces, defeat sounding like a beacon within me."I'm out of strength, Spencer... How could I appeal when my own son has rejected me?" I asked, my voice almost a whisper, defeated.Elliot and Jennifer didn't even allow me to see Sammy after that. I was desperate, crying inconsolably, feeling like each tear was a piece of my heart dissolving. I felt ridiculous, a terrible mother, for having lost custody of my own son. How had I come to this point where I felt so powerless, so defeated?Alice held my hand, her voice firm yet caring. "You need to be strong, Reese. You need to rise and be powerful to fight on the same level as Elliot."I sighed, wiping my tears and looking back. Elliot was there, o
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Three Years later Elliot POVIt was morning, and I was heading to Sammy's room to wake him up for school. The boy had been getting increasingly sad lately, and the fact that we had moved to Chicago seemed not to have helped.I approached his bed with a sigh, crouching down and pulling back his blanket. "Come on, Sammy. Time to wake up," I said, running my hand over his head.But the boy recoiled, grumbling. "No, please...""But you have to go to school," I said."No, school is boring," he grumbled.I sighed again. Sammy and I were trying to build a new life away from all the noise of London, although living our hearts' truth didn't mean it was easy. "Come on, buddy. You promised me you'd try to make it work."The almost eight-year-old boy sat up in bed, looking at me with a still sleepy expression. "Dad, do you think she misses us?" the boy asked with sorrow.He didn't need to say the name for me to know who he was talking about. It was obvious he was talking about Reese. After our d
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Reese POVThe sound of the television in the children’s room—a cartoon filled with laughter and music that Sammy and Avie loved—was a small oasis amidst the tension pulsing through the Goodwin mansion. I left them on the bed, Sammy clutching the remote with a triumphant little grin, Avie hugging a pillow, her messy curls falling over her face. “Stay here, okay? Mommy will be right back,” I murmured, kissing both their foreheads. Avie, with her sweet little voice, said, “Okay, Mama!” but quickly added, almost as an echo, “Venus come back soon!” I smiled, despite the weight in my chest. Avie, at three years old, sometimes called me “Venus,” mimicking Sammy or Alice, who used my Chicago nickname. It was confusing but so quintessentially her—a mix of affection and innocence that made me love her even more.I closed the door partway, my heart tightening at leaving them, even for a few minutes. Elliot was waiting in the hallway, and each step toward him felt like walking on glass, the pa
