Valerie Came Home From Deployment to Find Her Twelve-Year-Old Daughter in Intensive Care
At one fifteen I sat across from her in the legal annex office.
The room had a gray file cabinet and a window that looked out on the parking ramp.
She spread the custody modification papers across the desk.
“Page three is the emergency affidavit.
It asks the court to give you sole medical authority until the hearing.”
I read it twice.
Page three gave me the right to consent to treatment and to refuse any transfer.
“The filing fee is two hundred forty dollars,” Marisol said.