“Read page three of the custody motion,” Thomas said.

“I laid out the danger to Haley and Cody from an unknown man coming into the home late at night.”

I looked at the printed porch camera screenshots underneath the motion.

The timestamps ran in bold white numbers along the bottom of each picture.

Seeing Brett printed on legal paper made the intrusion real.

It wasn’t a digital file on a laptop at Al Asad anymore.

It was evidence for a court.