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

asking the court to deny your husband’s emergency petition?”

“Yes, Your Honor.”

“And do you believe you are capable of serving as guardian trustee with the legal support already built into the trust?”

Savannah looked down at her daughters.

Amelia opened her mouth in a tiny yawn.

Grace slept through everything.

Lily was still staring upward, fierce and new.continue reading …