I pulled the custody schedule, and Maya’s school attendance reports, and her medical records.

And I laid all of it out on a yellow legal pad, and I built a meticulous, dated, unemotional timeline — the very opposite of the shouting match Richard was no doubt hoping I would start.

He called me, midway through the week.

“What are you playing at, Sarah?”

“I’m protecting our daughter.”

“You’re turning her against me!