The court order said I could pick up respiratory equipment from the garage.

It didn’t say I could stand in the master bedroom, but Delaney left the connecting door open and didn’t tell me to stay out.

She stood at the dresser with a makeup bag, inspecting her fingernails between every item she tossed in.

“You could have called first,” she said.

“The order says four thirty.

It’s four thirty now.”

“Always the exact minute with you.” She zipped the bag shut.

“The nebulizer’s on the shelf in the garage, and the extra tubing is in a yellow tub.