I never told my mother-in-law that I was a judge. In her eyes, I was nothing more than an unemployed freeloader. 0nly hours after my C-section, she marched into my hospital room carrying adoption documents

I stared at her.

She dropped a folder onto my blanket.

“Sign.”

“What is it?”

“Temporary guardianship. Eventually adoption.” Her voice was casual.

“Melissa can’t have children. You have two. Stop being selfish.”

Melissa gave me a thin smile.

“I’ve already chosen the name Claire.”

My arms tightened around Noah.

“You named my daughter?”