My mother-in-law came to see my children without knowing that her son had abandoned us; she called me incapable in front of everyone, until I showed her the file, the cameras and who tried to take my children away from me.

Four out of twenty-seven for Lily.

The first major twist came when Daniel’s attorney submitted a photo of my living room as “evidence” of chaos.

Toys.

Laundry.

Plastic plates.

A family room that looked lived in—not neglected.

But the photo had been taken from outside, through the window.

My hands went cold.

“Someone came into the neighborhood and photographed my house.”

Rachel asked one question.

“Do you have security cameras?”

I did.

Daniel used to tell me I was paranoid for installing one near the front entrance.

That night, I thanked God I had ignored him.

I reviewed the footage.