“And if she tries to contact us through other people?” I asked.

“That would be an immediate second violation and another arrest warrant,” Miller said.

I stood near the bright glass windows and held the thick stack of protective order paperwork tight against my chest.

Detective Miller handed me his pen.

The sun felt warm on the back of my neck as Kevin and I sat together on the concrete bench outside the hospital’s main entrance.

The yellow cardstock cover of the legal packet felt stiff against my lap.