A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

I watched her face in the pale light of the lamp, remembering when we used to sit on my porch talking about our kids.

“If we do this right, the judge will see the pattern,” I said.

“We have to be ready for his lawyer,” Stacey said, handing me her signed page.

I took the paper, placing it on top of Kara’s affidavit and my custody log.continue reading …