I’m not standing up in front of a judge for her.”

He started the car and backed out, and I stood in the damp dark of the garage watching the taillights slide down the ramp and disappear.

My phone buzzed in my hand, Chloe’s name on the screen.

Her plane lands at four forty.

Be ready.

The magistrate had a cold, and she kept folding her tissue into smaller and smaller squares while Ms.

Vance spoke.