“Let him keep thinking that for thirteen more days,” Daniel said.

At one o’clock on February eighteenth, bottle warmers hummed softly on the marble counters in the waiting room of the Midtown medical practice.

Doctor Miller sat behind his dark oak desk across from Mrs.

Evelyn Gable, the court-appointed custody evaluator assigned to our case.

“I’m reviewing the medical records from Christmas Eve,” Mrs.

Gable said, tapping her silver pen on a yellow legal pad.

“Mr.