Cameron
“This isn't for me." Rebecca hands me a manilla envelope, sealed, so I have to take a few moments to open it.
“What's not for you, and why can't you tell me what's going on instead of handing me some piece of paper?"
Annoyance travels through my body. We've been married for six years, parents for three, and she can't string a few words together to talk to me about something she deems important?
“All of this." Her arms flail around.
I'm trying to grasp what she's saying when I finally get the envelope open. Dissolution of marriage and termination of parental rights.
What. The. f**k.
“You're not taking my daughter away from me." Fear and anger course through my chest, my fingers gripping the papers as I do my best to speed-read them.
“No, I'm not." Her voice is hoarse, yet
