Tyler's face darkened with anger as he glared at me, "Grace, they already said they'd send him back in a few days, what's your problem! And, even if we're divorcing, my grandparents have the right to see their grandchild."

"Only with my consent," I shot back.

Before Tyler could say something, Zachary raised his phone, his tone calm but laced with warning, "Mr. Jenkins, feel free to refuse. I'll call the police. Oh, by the way, there's a crowd of tabloid reporters ...