The Consensus

"We're literally so fucked." 

"Oh, don't be so pessimistic." Sabrina rolled her eyes at me. Her expression froze for a second halfway through the eye roll. "Wait, do you realise this means she's probably getting out of prison?" She bounced Prince on her hip and stole a grape from his little fruit bowl. I repressed a laugh when Princeton stared at her with wide eyes, almost in disbelief at the audacity. "There's literally no other reason for her to request her parental rights back. She's going to try and get him back."

"Over my dead body will that wench take my child." I scoffed, scooping a small portion of dough onto the silicon baking sheet. "I'll make sure she gets solitary for the rest of her life before she gets Prince back. She waived all of her rights. All of them, including visitation rights."