Emma's POV Seventy-two hours felt like seventy-two years. I couldn't sleep. Couldn't eat. Could barely function. Sarah moved into my apartment for those three days. She took over everything—cooking meals I didn't touch, making sure Alex got to school, handling the laundry and dishes while I sat on the couch staring at nothing. "You need to eat something," she said on the second day, putting a sandwich in front of me. I looked at it. My stomach turned. "I can't." "Emma, you're going to make yourself sick. Alex needs you strong." "Alex needs me, period. And in—" I checked my phone, "thirty-six hours, I might not be his mother anymore." "Don't say that. Jake can't just take him away." "Can't he? He has money, lawyers, a stable home. What do I have? A tiny apartment and a history of lying." I put my head in my hands. "I'm going to lose him, Sarah. I can feel it." Alex came home from school that afternoon full of energy, talking about his day. But he stopped when he saw me on the
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