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

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A man could bring divorce papers to a hospital bed, attempt to seize control of newborns’ inheritance, and still call a mother hostile for saying no.

Margaret handled everything.

“You heal,” she told Savannah. “I’ll handle the wolves.”

But healing was not simple.

Some nights, Savannah missed Bryce.

Not the Bryce from the hospital.continue reading …