I wouldn’t be surprised if it happened today or tomorrow.”

I kept both hands flat on the table and counted the grain lines in the wood.

At 10:10 Marisol rose with the fax, still warm enough to curl at one corner.

“Your Honor, this is the certified crash summary from the county records division, sent to my office at 6:22 last evening.”

“Objection.

Relevance.” Charles’s attorney didn’t sit down.

“This is a custody hearing, not a traffic matter.”