You could have just called.”

“I did call,” I said.

“Your husband had me served instead.”

The judge tapped the gavel once, lightly, and the room emptied out.

The hearing was finished before lunch.

I walked out through the metal detector and stood on the courthouse steps with the restraining order folded in my coat pocket.

Vance stopped next to me.

“The affidavit is weak,” he said.