“Every dollar has a matching server log, a timestamp, and a certified bank stamp.”

“It’s sixty-two pages now,” I said, slipping the sixty-two-dollar cash receipt for my county prenatal vitamin refills into the back sleeve.

“I added the certified policy cancellation notice Julian sent to the private maternity wing.”

Chloe looked up from her pad, her eyes flat and steady.

“If we file this in county court today, Julian’s lawyers will serve an emergency custody petition before sundown.”

“Then we don’t file until I’m admitted to the hospital ward,” I said, sliding the master folder deep under the thin cot mattress.