At 104 Degrees My Baby Was Burning Up, and the Doctor Said New Mothers Panic Over Nothing. Then My Seven-Year-Old Lifted Her Teddy Bear and Asked to Tell Him What Grandma Had Really Been Doing
Chapter 16 — A Mother’s Instinct
There was a soft knock at the front door, and my attorney, Bridget, let herself in with a leather folder under her arm and the ease of someone who had become, over six hard months, a friend.
“Morning, Maeve,” she said, and set a certified folder on the kitchen island.
“The final decree was signed this morning.
Your maiden name is restored.
The custody orders are sealed.