a pen and a stack of documents.

“Sign these,” she said. “Then you can grieve.”

Part 3

I sat at the dining table.

“What am I signing?” I asked.

Mother pushed the first page toward me. “Authority over the house, trust, and baby. You are unstable from combat and grief. Caleb and I will protect what remains.”

Caleb smirked. “You were always better at following continue reading …