“Mind Skylar’s head.” Steffan said, watching her get out of the car.

Racheal cradled six month-old Skylar’s head in her arms and got out of the car.

Steffan turned and walked ahead towards the courthouse.

She knew he did not like this, neither did her mother, but she wanted to lead a new life from now on.

She would only allow any dispute to be settled by the court no matter how long it took, instead of the torture, killing and all they had done up to the point that she had ...