Lucas squeezed my hand.

“Are we still going to live with you?”

“I’m doing everything I can to make sure your life stays safe and steady.”

Mason whispered:

“Dad said Chloe already picked bedrooms for us.”

That hurt more than anything Carlton had said in court.

Not because Chloe had chosen bedrooms.

Because Tristan had apparently spoken to our sons as though the decision had already been made.