“She has moving boxes on her lawn right now,” I said, pressing my collarbone.

“Officer Reed was waiting at my house.

He threatened to arrest me if I go near her again.”

Arthur turned to his desk calendar and flipped up the November page.

“Her attorney filed a relocation notice with the borough clerk this afternoon,” Arthur said.

“Where is she taking Lily?” I asked.

“Can she cross state lines when the police know about the photo?”

“San Diego,” Arthur said. “Diego.”