At my divorce hearing, I was eight months pregnant when the judge ruled that I would walk away with nothing. My husband smirked, convinced he had won.

She wore a white cashmere coat and carried herself like a woman who had never entered a room that did not somehow belong to her.

But it was her eyes that stopped me.

They were the exact same unusual blue as mine.

I had spent my whole life explaining my eyes to strangers. No, they were not contacts. Yes, they were real. No, I did not know where they came from.

Until that moment, I had never seen them reflected back at me.

Judge Carter dropped his pen.

Julian stepped into the aisle.

“Mrs. Sterling, this is a closed  family hearing. We’ve already concluded—”

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One of her guards moved him aside with one hand.

Eleanor walked directly to me.