“When the court allows it,” I said.

The divorce took ten months. Cameron tried to paint himself as a confused husband who’d made one mistake. But the hospital records, the ignored calls, the witness statements, and his own social media told a very different story.

He received supervised visitation only after completing parenting classes and anger management.

Pamela sent flowers. I threw them away.

Hannah came home after three weeks. The first night she slept in her crib, I sat beside her until sunrise, listening to every soft breath as though it were music.

People later asked whether I hated Cameron. The truth was simpler. I stopped needing to.