I’m not saying I’m going to keep him from you. But changing the name on that form isn’t going to happen overnight. And if something happens to him and I’m not here, then social services will get involved.” My heart beats deep in the pit of my stomach, that sensation of life not being real overtaking all my senses. “You can’t.” His fingers tighten on mine, and I hear a pained groan rattle around in his chest. “I’m sorry, Tabby. It won’t be forever.” It won’t be forever.
