The air in Lydia's office feels heavier now. The papers from Victoria's lawsuit sit between us, a cruel reminder of the battle that's just begun. My hands tremble as I grip the edge of the desk, my mind racing with questions I don't know how to answer.
"She can't take my baby," I whisper, the words barely audible over the pounding of my heart.
Lydia leans forward, her sharp eyes filled with determination. "We're not going to let her. But Emma, this is going to be a fight. A ruthless one."
I nod slowly, swallowing the lump in my throat. The fear inside me feels all-consuming, but there's something else too - anger.
Anger at Victoria for stooping so low. Anger at Alex for letting her into my life. Anger at myself for trusting either of them.
"What do we do now?" I ask, my voice steadier than I expected.
