“No.

It would be a voluntary disclosure on our side.

But it would make sure he never works in this county again.”

I thought about the four thousand dollars drained out of Hannah’s savings account.

I thought about the yellow billing notice buried deep in his truck’s glove box.

“Don’t send the signature report,” I said.

Claire stopped tapping her glasses on the paper.

“He locked you out of your own house, Ellen.”