We fought a manufactured story with the one thing a manufactured story cannot withstand: methodical, documented, patient truth.

Chapter 17 — Let the Paper Do the Work

Six months after I found my son asleep in a cold sedan, we walked back into family court.

This time, David was not alone.

Phoebe and Howard sat at the table with him, and I sat directly behind, close enough to reach him.

Selina arrived as before — flanked by her parents, backed by two high-powered attorneys, wearing the calm of a woman who had won this room once and expected to win it again.