Elena’s POV

The morning of the court date arrives far too quickly, as if time itself has decided to rush us toward something I have been trying not to think about too closely, and when I wake up, my first instinct is to reach for Cole, my hand finding his chest beneath the sheets, solid and warm, calming me in the reality that whatever happens today, I am not facing it alone. Still, my stomach is tight, not from the pregnancy this time, but from nerves, from memories, from the knowledge that ...