The school gates opened at three fifteen. Kids poured out. Laughing. Running. Free.

Natalie sat in her car across the street. Waiting. Watching. Hunting.

She'd been there since two. Planning. Rehearsing. Preparing what to say.

Alex.

Her son. Her leverage. Her way back.

Because if Alex wanted her. If Alex asked Robert to take her back. Robert would listen. Would consider. Would maybe give her another ...