“Who had legal custody of the child while you were deployed, Captain?”

“Her father, Derek Miller,” I said.

“He had full parental authority during my six-month deployment.”

“Where’s the father right now?” Marcus asked, clicking the pen again as he wrote.

“On a cruise ship headed for the Bahamas,” I said, pointing back toward the message board in the kitchen.

“With his mother.”

The paramedics lifted Lily onto the transport cot and wrapped a thick fleece blanket around her legs.

Her fingers never loosened on the gray rabbit, keeping the toy clamped to her chest even as the straps clicked into place over her hips.