wrote it down.
“Pending formal filing,” she said, “the court recognizes that request.”
Vanessa whispered, “You’d choose her over us?”
I looked at her hands.
Perfect nails. Pale pink. No dirt under them. No tremor now. She’d steadied herself because she was already thinking about the next move.
“Yes,” I said.
That was all.
The gavel sounded smaller than I continue reading …
