Albright reached down, picked up a printed document from the top folder, and slid it across the counter to me.

“Trevor came into the front office at two o’clock this afternoon,” Mrs.

Albright said quietly.

“He brought in a time-stamped court restriction filing.”

“What sort of filing?”

“It’s an emergency parental restriction order,” she said, pointing to a dark blue signature at the bottom of the page.

“He signed a sworn affidavit saying you left the country without arranging any legal care for Sadie.”

My thumb beat against my index finger three tight times.