She Said She Came to Take Her Children Back

of frozen peas against my hand while pretending I hadn’t lost my mind for thirty seconds.

We hired a lawyer named Janet Pruitt.

Late fifties. Flat shoes. Hair cut short for business, not fashion. She read Chloe’s petition in my kitchen while eating one of Sophie’s blueberry muffins and saying “Jesus” under her breath every four paragraphs.

When she finished,continue reading …