I hadn’t sent Beverly an unpleasant letter or a threat. Instead, I’d drawn a firm boundary and provided motivation for her to stick to it: a copy of my first ultrasound. Brandon and I were pregnant.
“We’ll start with the one labeled ‘Conditions for Contact.’ If you want to contact our child, you need to sign that.”
“My grandbaby…” Her voice broke. “You can’t keep my grandbaby from me.”
“I can. And I will. If I have to.”
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