“The mother is granted supervised visits twice a week for two hours.”

I gripped the wooden edge of the counsel table until my fingers went numb.

“The full evidentiary trial stays on the calendar for November twenty-fourth at nine a.m.,” Judge Whitmore added, signing the order with a thick black pen.

A uniformed court officer was standing by the gravel driveway when I got to the West Hartford house at two o’clock.

Grant stood by the closed garage doors in his charcoal ceremony suit, arms folded over his chest.