Becca.

I walked out of the lawyer’s office feeling as though I were floating somewhere outside myself. Everything just seemed so… surreal.

James was carrying Alessandro. But then I had a sudden need to hold the child, as though physically having him in my arms could protect us all from having him taken away.

Woodenly, I held out my arms for Alessandro.

“Becca… are you sure?” James asked.

I nodded, and James carefully passed the ...