“There’s more,” Sarah added.

“What is it?” Nathan asked.

“She is barring the entire Whitmore family from any contact with Rosie,” Sarah said. “No phone calls, no letters, no third-party visits.”

I closed my eyes, letting out a breath I felt like I had been holding for years.

“And the criminal charges?” Nathan asked.

“The judge is referring the entire case to federal prosecutors,” Sarah said. “Because of the attempt to cross state lines with a minor during an active custody dispute.”

Rosie rested her head against my shoulder, her eyes heavy with exhaustion.

“Can we go home now, Mommy?” she asked.

“Soon, sweetie,” I said, kissing her forehead. “Just a little bit longer.”

We walked out of the terminal and back to the SUV.

The afternoon sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the tarmac.

Nathan opened the door for us, helping me get Rosie into her car seat.

As I buckled her in, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

I pulled it out and looked at the screen.

It was an alert from a local news outlet in Nashville.