A “Thoughtful” Birthday Gift, an ER Visit, and the Custody Papers Waiting in the Hallway

Maybe there had been an incident in the parking lot.

But then I saw the attorneys.

Four of them, in dark suits, carrying folders.

Mark stood slightly in front of them, his face pale, his hands shaking. He would not meet my eyes.

“Try not to panic,” he said quietly, voice strained.

One of the officers stepped forward, holding a folder as if it contained continue reading …