“You brought me to court, Mikhail.”
He opened his mouth.
Then closed it.
The judge leaned back.
“Based on the documents provided so far, I see no evidence that Mrs. Mileva is mentally incapable of making decisions. On the contrary, there are clear medical assessments, legal preparation, and financial arrangements concerning the child’s care.”
My children’s lawyer stood.
“Your Honor, we request an independent psychiatric evaluation.”
The judge nodded.
“That is your right. However, the request for temporary restriction of Mrs. Mileva’s parental rights and control over her property is denied at this stage.”
Silvia began to cry.
Mikhail didn’t move.
Todor simply closed his eyes.
I held Emilia closer.
It wasn’t a victory.
I didn’t feel like a winner.
I was a mother who had just discovered how far her own children could go when fear became mixed with greed.
And I was the mother of a baby who needed me more than ever.
