“You go get Hannah from school,” Claire said.

“You don’t go back to that house.

You find somewhere safe to sleep tonight, and tomorrow morning we file the emergency ex parte petition.”

“Will a judge really see us tomorrow?”

“I’ll make sure of it.

I have the forms ready to file right now.”

She reached into her leather briefcase and took out a thick stapled packet.

She pushed the heavy pages across the gray laminate tabletop.