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Don holds his hand out, putting gentle pressure on my arm to urge me forward.

Oh God. My baby. I can’t lose him.

I stand up straighter and then walk to our seats beside Yavid and Regina, our lawyers between us. Not before their lawyer looks me up and down with a smirk, though.

It probably won’t set a good tone if I flip them all off.

No. Control, Pens