Arden's POV
F^ck, she hung up. I am extremely worried about her. I could hear that she was breathing and crying softly on the other side of the line. I want to be there for her. I sit in my lounge, running a hand down through my hair. I dialed the next contact number on my phone, which was Rick, my friend and lawyer.
I placed the phone against my ear. "Arden, how's it going?" he asked chirpily.
"I need help," I said, letting out a loud breath.
"What can I do for you?" he asked more concerned now.
"How soon can we start with these court things? I need to get custody of my son as soon as possible. Lucinda is unstable and I don't want my son with her...not even alone with her. I need social services. I cannot have these things be delayed. It is a matter of urgency. Lucinda left him c
