A Simple Seven Egg Painting on a Plate Changed My Family Forever

courtroom doors without another word, his lawyer following close behind him.

“Can he do this, Bennett?” I asked, my fingers still rubbing the cold gold of my ring.

“The temporary order is signed by the magistrate,” Bennett said, looking at the seal on the blue paper. “Until we get the forensic report in front of the judge on the twenty-fourth,continue reading …