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CHAPTER 8
MILLIE'S POV
I sat perched on the edge of my bumpy bed and stared at the wall like all the answers were on it.
Again late, but I really didn't care. My mind strayed to Jay, as my mind has for days now—to my baby boy, sweet little guy who did not have any idea his whole world was about to turn upside down.
I wouldn't lose him—but, damn, it felt like everything was stacked against me.
I gripped the thin blanket, causing my knuckles to turn white as I tried to calm my racing heart. I had to figure this out. I had to.
They can't take my baby away from me.
Fuck why is life so unfair…
The lawyer's papers, on the bed beside me, reminded me of what all this had to do with.
It was the kind of sick joke where everyone else laughed and you stood there unable to do anything.
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