“My mother-in-law filed it,” I said flatly.

“I need to inspect the living areas, the children’s bedrooms, and the garage,” Sandra Ruiz said, stepping across the threshold into the entryway.

“The kids are still at Phoenix Children’s Hospital with my wife,” I said.

“Lily was admitted yesterday.”

“I’m aware of the hospital admission,” Sandra said, pointing her pen down the hall.

“I need to see where the children sleep first.”

I walked her down the carpeted hall into Noah’s room.