Judge Aris came in through a side door and took his seat at the raised bench.

He was an older man with thinning gray hair and a pile of manila folders in front of him.

“Case 412, Miller,” the judge said.

“Emergency petition for temporary sole medical custody.

Counsel, call your first witness.”

Claire got up and laid the original hospital intake card on the overhead projector.

The huge screen behind her filled with Richard’s handwriting.

“Your Honor, we’re entering the forged contact forms we obtained from St.