But the custody battle looms like a storm cloud, and I can't shake the feeling that Dustin and Jessica are planning something worse.
Something I might not anticipate.
"Mom, you're doing that thing again," Jake says from across the breakfast table, pulling me from my thoughts.
"What thing?"
"The worry thing. Your face gets all scrunchy." He demonstrates, wrinkling his nose and furrowing his brow in an exaggerated imitation that would be funny if it wasn't so accurate.
"Sorry, baby. Just thinking about grown-up stuff."
"Is it about Dad?" His voice is careful, like he's testing dangerous waters.
I haven't told him about the divorce yet. Not officially. But he's smart enough to know something's wrong, especially since we've been living at Sophia's for almost a week now.
"Sort of," I a
