I did not need to copy the feeding time into my patrol notebook.

It belonged in their medical record, where the next person caring for them would find it.

I closed my notebook instead.

There would be another hearing.

More records to review.

More decisions I could not make for the court, the doctors, or the family.

Tonight, the children were fed, watched, and safe within the arrangement already in place.

In the hallway, Mara’s folded copy rested beside the schedule she would collect before leaving the building.