“You have absolutely no legal grounds for this,” Mark said.

“I’m a single father.

I provide a stable home.”

I opened the top blue binder and turned to the front vinyl pocket.

I took out the carbon copy of last year’s forty-thousand-dollar cashier’s check, the one I had locked in my desk drawer ten weeks ago.

The edge of the slip was slightly curled.

I laid the carbon slip on top of Carl’s legal filing.

“We have the complete financial audit,” Carl said.