Chapter 6 - The Fight
I spent the next forty-eight hours running on black coffee and sheer willpower.
I maxed out my only credit card to hire a ruthless family law attorney named Mrs. Vance.
She was a shark in a tailored suit.
The moment she heard the story of the fire extinguisher, she took the case on a reduced fee.
We filed an emergency injunction to halt the foster placement.
The courtroom was cold and smelled of floor wax.
The CPS lawyer argued that Grandma and I were an unstable household.
He claimed we were traumatized and financially unequipped.
Mrs. Vance stood up.
Her voice echoed like a whip.
"Your Honor, this young woman single-handedly stopped a homicide."
"She saved a newborn."
"She protected her elderly grandmother."
"She is the textbook definition of a capable protector."
"To remove this child from the only family that fought for him would be a secondary trauma orchestrated by this court."
The judge was a stern woman with piercing eyes.
She looked over the police reports.
She looked at my bruised hands.
She banged her gavel.
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"Temporary custody granted to the sister."
"Do not make me regret this."
