“And my mother?” I asked.

“That depends on what else comes out about the cover-up,” Mitchell said.

Marcus Vance came into the interview room carrying his brown leather briefcase.

He took out a stapled five-page legal petition in blue backing paper and laid it on the desk.

“This is the formal petition for a permanent protective order,” Marcus told me.

“It names Vanessa Miller as the respondent and bars her from coming within five hundred feet of Emma or your home.”

He pointed at the red line at the bottom of the fifth page.