PART 3 The courthouse smelled like wet coats, old paper, and coffee that had been burned for too many hours.

you see your children before filing this petition?”

Bryce’s mouth opened.

No sound came out.

Finally, he said, “I was advised that they were being monitored and that there would be time.”

Savannah looked at him.

There would be time.

The sentence cut deeper than he knew.

There is always time for what people value.

Judge Pike wrote something down.

Margaret placed continue reading …