“He told me Nolan would have his own wing of the house,” Renee said.

“But I did not see any personal items in the room designated for him.”

“Nolan needs his things around him to feel safe,” I said.

“He gets anxious in large, empty spaces.”

Renee made another brief notation on her pad.

“I noticed the telescope,” she said, pointing to the brass instrument by the window.

“My mother and I saved up for three months to buy him that,” I said.

“He uses it every clear night.”

Renee closed her portfolio and took a sip of her water.

“Your apartment is clean, warm, and clearly centered around your son,” she said.

“Thank you,” I said, feeling a small wave of relief.

“I will be submitting my initial report to Judge Harlan by Friday,” she said.

“I appreciate your openness, Claire.”

She stood up and put on her wool coat.

I walked her to the front door and opened it.

“Have a safe drive,” I said.

“Thank you,” she replied, stepping out into the chilly concrete corridor.