Chapter 5

Nolan called it a transportation mistake before the temporary hearing had lasted ten minutes. He sat across the courtroom beside his attorney, Grant Mercer. His navy suit was pressed, his voice controlled, and his hands lay flat on the table. "The weather changed quickly," he said. "My wife was upset, but she and Ivy were inside a staffed service station. I arranged for her sister to collect them." My fingers tightened around the edge of my chair. Nia Patel, my attorney, touched the clinic...