A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

said so?” Mia asked.

“The judge signed the paper,” I said. “We have the schedule in writing now.”

I opened the pantry and pulled out a box of crackers, placing it on the counter. The custody agreement was folded in my purse, but I did not need to look at it to know the words. The blue ink on the final page was dry, and the court stamp was pressed clean continue reading …