“We have enough forensic documentation right now to cut off his parental rights permanently.”

“I want court-supervised visitation,” I said, looking straight into Julian’s pale eyes.

“Every two weeks, for two hours, at the county family support center with a court officer in the room.”

Julian stood frozen at the foot of the bed, frowning as if he were trying to work out a figure that refused to balance.

“You’re giving me visitation rights?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“If you complete the court-ordered psychological evaluation and pay the child support,” I said.