The truth was, eighty percent of the time I got him to myself. As the custody arrangement stood now, Eddie got Hayden two weekends a month and two full weeks during the summer, plus alternating major holidays. Since our divorce, the arrangement had always worked for us. Now that he was getting married, Eddie wanted to change that. I still blamed Eddie for the sudden shift. No matter what Laura said, I didn’t think Krissie was the villain in this situation. A little voice in the back of my head told me that I shouldn’t blame anyone. As long as Hayden was happy and felt settled, that’s all that mattered. Frankie hissed at me from his perch on the arm of the couch. Then he jumped down, picked up one of Hayden’s Matchbox cars in his mouth, and sauntered in the direction of the utility room where his cat box was. “Frankie!” I warned. “Don’t you dare put that in your litter box.” He swished his tail and kept going.
