“Do you have physical proof of an online class?” she asked quietly.

“I have a screenshot with a timestamp from yesterday morning,” I said.

Sandra took out a fresh yellow case card and handed it to me across the top of the freezer lid.

“Give that screenshot straight to your lawyer before nine o’clock tomorrow morning.”

She walked back through the laundry room door and let herself out the front without another word.

I stood on the hot garage concrete, holding the legal summons in one hand and Sandra’s yellow case card in the other.