“I’m not going to deny a father access to his babies while this court prepares for a full trial on February twenty-eighth.”

My hands rested flat on my knees.

I touched the bare skin of my left wrist where my gold watch used to sit before Cole took my name off the household accounts.

“Starting this Friday at four in the afternoon,” Judge Miller said, “the father will have forty-eight hours of temporary weekend visitation.

A court supervisor will be present for the handoff at the penthouse entrance.”

“Your Honor,” Daniel said softly, “the babies were treated for severe middle ear infections less than three weeks ago.”