“She said you need me to take Bennett to school in the morning.”

“I do,” I said.

“We need to be at the courthouse before they unlock the doors.”

Bennett glanced up from his wooden blocks, rubbing his sleeve cuff between two fingers.

“Do we get to go back to our house tomorrow?” Bennett asked.

“Yes, sweetheart,” I said, bending down to smooth his hair back.

“We’re going home tomorrow.”

David took his coat off the back of a chair and headed for the front door.