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their children.”
Aidan said nothing.
For the first time in months, I saw fear in his eyes.
Real fear.
At the end of the hearing, temporary primary custody was awarded to me.
I cried openly.
Not because I had won.
But because I hadn’t lost my son.
Outside the courthouse, reporters swarmed Aidan.
He kept his head down.
Howard slipped his small hand into mine.
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