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

supervisor whether babies always needed to eat this often.

By forty-five, he checked his phone.

The supervisor wrote everything down.

Savannah did not feel satisfaction.

She felt grief again.

Because her daughters deserved a father who wanted to learn them, not a man irritated by their needs.

Still, she did not interrupt.

If Bryce was ever going to become continue reading …