The flat words hung in the little office.

Derek tossed the damp paper towel into a gray plastic bin by the door.

“A guy doesn’t leave his truck there three nights running unless he’s living there,” Derek said.

“The custody agreement says no living together for the first six months,” Michael said.

“And Lena knows it.”

Michael shut the red ledger.

The silver rings snapped together inside the thick cover.

“I’ll talk to her tomorrow,” Michael said.