Artisan cheese.

Snacks.

The grocery store branch was a twenty-minute drive from Richard’s house.

I sat and looked at that receipt for a long time.

Because Richard had told Child Protective Services, and would tell the court, that on the night in question he had been inside his home, responsibly monitoring his daughter’s punishment — keeping an eye on her, he would claim, ensuring she was safe out there in the yard.

And this receipt, generated automatically, timestamped, unimpeachable, proved that at the moment my daughter was lying unconscious in the cold rain, my ex-husband was not monitoring anything.