I stood.
“Why?”
“Because Ron was in there yesterday.”
My office was upstairs, across from the nursery.
I entered slowly.
The filing cabinet looked untouched.
Then I opened the bottom drawer.
Mortgage papers.
Tax documents.
Insurance policies.
Then something unfamiliar caught my eye.
A manila folder.
No label.
I opened it.
Inside were photocopies.
My driver’s license.
Caleb’s license.
Our homeowners insurance.
Grace’s hospital birth record.
And underneath—
a printed document.
PETITION FOR TEMPORARY GUARDIANSHIP.
For several seconds, the words made no sense.
Then I read the names.
Petitioners:
Ronald
