Meredith Caldwell — The Blue Folder
I appreciated the warning.
That afternoon Gavin texted: I want to meet my daughter.
You can’t keep her from me.
I read the message three times.
He had never asked whether I was healing.
Lauren helped me propose a short, calm visit at the house with Andrew present, provided Gavin agreed not to argue and followed the pediatrician’s hygiene and feeding guidance.
No judge had issued any parenting order yet.
I wanted Willa safe, not used as a prize.