“There aren’t any more chances.”

Lena stood perfectly still on the grass as Michael started his engine and drove off.

The Oakridge Law Library took up the quiet second floor of the county municipal building.

Michael sat by himself at a long oak table near the family law reference shelves.

The digital clock over the exit door read six exactly.

A heavy black binder lay open in front of him.

Michael slid the sealed hospital evaluation into a clear plastic sleeve.