She Said She Came to Take Her Children Back

her chest like she’d wandered into a tragedy written for somebody else. “Noah, this is your mother.”

Mia looked at me, not Chloe. Just me.

I said, “You kids can go upstairs.”

“I’m not going upstairs,” Sophie said.

Neither was I, apparently.

So we all stood there, six people in my hallway, and the attorney doing that smooth face lawyers do when they want continue reading …