He looked around the courtroom, making sure the bailiff was out of earshot.

“And you should think about what happens to the boys when the media gets hold of your medical records,” he said.

My heart missed a beat.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“Dr. Mercer’s notes,” Gavin said, a cold smile touching his lips.

“The ones that describe your severe instability.”

“I’ve never seen Dr. Mercer,” I said.

“The press won’t care about that once they see the letterhead,” Gavin whispered.

“They’ll print whatever Sloane gives them.”

“That’s fabrication,” I said, my voice trembling slightly despite my efforts.

“It doesn’t matter,” Gavin said.

“By tomorrow morning, the school board, the neighbors, and the judge will all know what an unfit mother you are.”

“Move aside, Mr. Rourke,” Sarah said, stepping between us.

“Any further communication must go through me.”

Gavin stared at me for another long second.

“Enjoy your little victory, Cassie,” he said.

“It’s the last one you’ll get.”

He turned and walked quickly out of the courtroom, Dane hurrying to keep pace with him.

I stood in the aisle, my hands cold.