He was already her father.

He already had joint physical and legal custody.

A man didn’t need forged surrender papers to keep his own daughter.

He only needed them if he wanted to cut me out completely.

“Where’s your husband right now?” Marcus asked.

“He was supposed to be here,” I said.

“Watching Lily.”

Marcus smoothed the evidence bag flat on the table and logged the exact time in a small leather notebook.