My heart hammered against my ribs as I waited.

Finally, her reply came through.

*He bought the tickets using my credit card. He told me we were starting over in Florida, but I found his notes.*

*He’s planning to use the temporary custody order to legally take Evelyn out of Virginia.*

*Once he’s across state lines, he’s going to disappear.*

I sat up straight, the physical pain of my labor suddenly forgotten under a rush of adrenaline.

This wasn’t just a legal battle anymore; it was a race against time.

If Grant managed to convince a judge tomorrow morning to grant him temporary custody, he would have the legal right to take my daughter.

And once he had her, finding them would be incredibly difficult.

I clicked on Naomi’s name in my contacts and forwarded the screenshots of Brielle’s texts.

Then I called her.

“Naomi, I just sent you something,” I said the moment she answered.

“It’s from Brielle Kane.”

“Grant has flight tickets booked for Miami on Friday.”

“He’s planning to flee with Evelyn.”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line as Naomi processed the information.