“Did you get everything?”

David tapped his camera.

“Every single second,” he said.

“I have him on video approaching you, ignoring your warnings, and shouting.”

“I’ve already sent the first batch of photos to Lydia.”

“She’s preparing the emergency motion as we speak.”

“Thank you, David,” I said.

“Let’s get out of the rain,” he said, gesturing toward my car.

“I’ll follow you back to the cottage to make sure he doesn’t try to double back.”

“I appreciate that,” I said.

I walked to my car, buckled Harrison into his car seat, and got behind the wheel.

My hands were shaking as I put the key in the ignition.

I looked in the rearview mirror at Harrison, who was already calming down, his thumb in his mouth.

We drove back to the small rental cottage in silence.

The rain was coming down harder now, washing over the windshield in heavy sheets.

Inside the cottage, the air was warm and smelled of old wood and salt.

I sat Harrison down on the rug with his wooden blocks.

My phone buzzed on the kitchen counter.