It was the emergency custody order the family court judge had signed at zero nine hundred.

The printed text logs between Derek and Patricia had made the hearing last exactly four minutes.

The judge gave me sole physical and legal custody of my daughter.

Patricia would never be able to claim legal guardianship of Lily.

I had used their own written words to lock them out of our lives for good.

I set the thick paper beside the rabbit on the cushion.

“Are you hungry?” I asked.