Damian, my ex-husband, stood tall beside his lawyer. He wore that same smirk he always did when he thought he was winning. He looked straight ahead, not at me, not at our son.
The judge adjusted his glasses, flipped through a few papers, and finally looked up. “Mr. Carter,” he said, “you’re asking for a change in custody.
You’ve told this court your son has expressed a desire to live with you. Is that correct?”
Damian nodded confidently. “Yes, Your Honor.
Zaden told me he’s not comfortable in his current living situation. He said he wants to live with me full-time.”
My stomach turned. I looked at Zaden.
His hands were folded tightly in his lap. I wanted to reach for him, to shield him somehow, but I couldn’t move.
