“I have an emergency petition to vacate an eleven-year-old adoption decree,” Judge Vance said.

Rebecca stood up so fast her chair legs scraped the linoleum.

“I just did what Paul asked me to do,” Rebecca said.

“He brought her to my house because her mother couldn’t take care of her.”

“Sit down, ma’am,” the judge said, his voice as flat as an iron skillet.

She sat, her fingers already undoing the coat she had just buttoned in the hall.

Arthur stood slowly, leaning his knuckles on the defense table while he caught his breath.