“Are you ready to take legal steps to keep her away from your daughter?” Denise asked.

“They’re my parents,” I said.

“They’re my parents, they just want to see Emma.”

Denise quit tapping her pen and leaned in.

“Families cover up violence every day,” Denise said.

“Your mother stood in a hospital hallway and called you a liar in front of my staff.

She didn’t ask about Emma one time.”

I looked at the thick pile of printed forms on her desk.