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I held my newborn when my uncle saw the marks on my neck—then removed his hearing aids, and my husband realized too late who he was really dealing with.

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changes anything? My family owns judges.”

I smiled through split lips.

“Not this one.”

The door opened again.

Judge Maren Price entered with a court clerk and two deputies.

Her expression was ice.

“Mr. Vale,” she said, “your emergency custody request was denied twenty minutes ago. Mrs. Vale’s protection order has been approved.”

Derek’s father whispered, continue reading …

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