One Scrap of Paper from Oak Creek Hospital Rewrote Thirty-Four Years of What My Family Remembered
“When Frank disappeared with you, Gene told the local papers Claire had moved out of state,” Howard said, untying the ribbon on the mahogany table.
He opened the folder and smoothed out a copy of a court document bearing an official blue stamp dated October twenty-eighth, nineteen ninety.
“This is the certified custody decree signed by Circuit Judge Vance,” Howard said, pushing the sheet across to me.
I leaned over the table, reading the crisp legal typescript on the old paper.
The document gave sole physical and legal custody of four-year-old Mara Rowan to Claire Rowan.
“Frank had no legal right to take you across county lines,” Howard said.
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