A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

Vance turned the pages of my custody log, comparing my neat handwriting with Alan’s precise blue ink in the notebook.

“If we only have your word and Stacey’s, Alan’s attorney will argue this is a personal dispute,” she said.

“I can get another signature,” I said, my hand touching my left ring finger.

She closed the blue notebook with a soft thud and continue reading …