Mitchell agrees to move out of the Elm Street property within thirty days.”

I pressed my lips together and kept my hands flat in my lap.

I twisted my silver wedding band around my finger once, feeling the cool metal against my skin, but I didn’t say a word.

Judge Sarah Miller took the bench at ten minutes to nine, the heavy wooden gavel resting on its block in front of her.

Marcus stood up at once, straightened his suit jacket, and walked to the clerk’s desk with a thick blue folder.

“Your Honor, we are petitioning for an immediate emergency order of sole legal, physical, and medical custody,” Marcus said, his voice echoing off the high plaster ceiling.