At Eleven, She Moved In. At Six, I Changed The Locks.

called my attorney’s answering service.

Then I called a locksmith.

Then, because I wasn’t born yesterday, the sheriff’s non-emergency line.

What Richard Didn’t Say

At eight-thirty that morning, while Madison kept sputtering and Tyler kept trying to read every page of my binder upside down, my phone buzzed.

It was my attorney, Doreen Fisk.

I stepped into continue reading …