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

mobiles with clouds and stars.

Savannah stood in the doorway and cried.

Not because the room was beautiful.

Because it was safe.

That first week was a blur of feeding schedules, legal calls, healing, and nights when Savannah sat awake listening to three different breathing patterns.

Amelia sighed in her sleep.

Grace squeaked.

Lily snorted like an offended continue reading …