“My supervisor, Arthur Vance, pulled the server logs this morning and certified them,” Leo said.

He handed the paper to the clerk, who passed it up to the judge.

“The GPS shows my city truck was parked in my driveway on Tuesday from one o’clock until four o’clock,” Leo said.

The courtroom was completely silent.

The only sound was the rain drumming against the high windows.

“If my truck was in the driveway, I was home,” Leo said.

“And if I was home, Sam was not abandoned.”

Judge Archer studied the paper, her eyes moving slowly down the page.

“The GPS log is registered to vehicle number 408,” the judge read aloud.

“Assigned to Leo Sullivan,” Leo said.

“And it shows the vehicle was stationary at your home address during those hours?” the judge asked.

“Yes, Your Honor,” Leo said.

Josephine’s face went pale, the pink blush on her cheeks suddenly looking like paint.

She whispered something hurried to her lawyer, pulling on his sleeve.

“Your Honor,” Josephine’s lawyer said, his voice losing its confident edge. “Even if the father was home, the mother was still found in a state of self-induced distress.”