Then he looks to me, tears in his eyes. “I really thought I was going to lose her.” I wrap my arm around his waist, keeping him from sinking to the floor. “She’s yours,” I assure him. “She’s coming home with you.” “I’ve emailed you the judge’s ruling,” Elin goes on. “And I have a copy here that you both must sign.” I go still. “Wait, I have to sign something?” Elin levels her icy-blue stare at me. “Of course. Henrik’s temporary custody is conditional. You are now part of those conditions.”
