Ava’s POV
Andrew pulled me to the side, the document still in my hands, the title “Shared Custody” burned into my mind. He hadn’t spoken since Derek handed me the papers, but his grip on my arm was firm, his expression unreadable.
"Ava," he began, his voice lower than usual, as if he was trying to keep his emotions in check.
I couldn’t form words with the weight of the document in my hand and the look in Andrew’s eyes.
He exhaled sharply, his grip loosening but still holding onto me like he was afraid I’d slip away. "This... Derek... I knew this was going to happen at some point, but I didn’t expect it now. I didn’t expect him to push for this."
I blinked, still trying to catch up with what was happening. "You mean... the custody?"
He nodded. "Yes, the custody. Ava, I can’t sit back
