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.