At 2 A.M., a Hidden

Ava was kissing Noah’s forehead.

My mother had lost access, control, reputation. So now she wanted the one thing that could still hurt us.

A courtroom.

A public fight.

A chance to make Ava relive everything under fluorescent lights and legal language.

When I told Ava, she went very still.

Then she asked, “Do I have to see her?”

“Rachel is trying to prevent continue reading …