You hadn’t slept in two days, and you wanted somebody to hand you a paper that made it stop.”

“So you told me my daughter was dying to get my signature.”

“I told you what would get you to sit down and stop shouting in a lobby.”

I folded the sheet in three, sharp, and put it in my coat pocket.

My mouth was as dry as paper.

“Say it again in front of a judge.”

His face changed at the word.

He set the cup on the ledge of the sink.