“Julian Morales?” he asked.

“That’s me,” I said.

He handed me the envelope across the truck bed.

“You’ve been served with an emergency court order from Maricopa County Superior Court.”

“What is this?” I asked.

“An injunction and a petition for temporary emergency custody,” he said, turning back toward his car.

“The hearing is set for tomorrow morning.”

I stood on the warm concrete of my driveway while his car doors locked and his exhaust cleared the curb.