“Look at the time on Caroline’s text,” I said.

“Three fifteen PM.”

“And the county’s intake stamp says two PM,” Evan said.

“She texted me about serving spoons seventy-five minutes after she filed a formal report accusing me of neglecting my child,” I said.

“She sat at your mother’s dining room table and used the legal template Frank got from his cousin,” Evan said.

“They entered it into the state portal before anybody even put the ham in the oven.”

“They didn’t react to Christmas,” I said.