They had no idea the morning had already gotten away from them.

The court officer stepped through the door and handed Blake an emergency protective order, along with a temporary custody decree for Fiona, Hazel, and Kelly.

And I watched my husband’s smug composure — the composure of a man who had been winning for eleven months — shatter all at once in his own kitchen.

“Maren, wait!” he shouted, lurching toward the foyer.

“You’re taking this completely out of context!