Three days. Three days since I went to court with Alex, him in a small suit picked up at Kohl’s.

Three days since I gained custody. After all, there wasn’t anyone to go against it.

Three days since I’ve had a frown ever cross my face. Always smiles with Alex.

Four days after the fateful meeting at Chuck E. Cheese, and now Alex wouldn’t go anywhere else to play (except maybe home. I feel so euphoric saying “home,” like we share it.).

Four days since I called my boss and got a week off to help Alex adjust. I planned on eventually becoming a stay-at-home, though I didn’t know how I’d do that wihout another means of funding. Maybe a husband? Ha.

Three minutes since I got a phone call. “Ms. Kellman, there seems to be a problem concerning your legal custody of Alex Faulkner.”