“You went to Judge Vance,” Lena said.

Then she went completely silent for three seconds.

“The evaluator is going to need access to your house on Maple Street,” Michael said.

Lena shifted on the wooden slats.

“That’s a huge invasion of my privacy,” Lena said.

“I need to know who’s sleeping under the same roof as my son.”

Lena dropped her phone into her leather purse and snapped it shut.

“Travis works late shifts,” Lena said quickly.