“She was drugged,” Leo said. “We have the toxicology report from the hospital.”

I handed my papers to the clerk.

“It shows high levels of a prescription sedative,” I said. “A sedative I have never been prescribed.”

Judge Archer looked at the toxicology report, then back at the GPS logs.

She looked at Josephine.

“Mrs. Sullivan,” the judge said, “did you see your son’s city truck in the driveway when you arrived?”

Josephine swallowed hard, her hand going to her throat.

“I… I don’t recall,” Josephine said, her voice shaking.

“The truck is white and has the city logo on the side in bright blue,” the judge said. “It is difficult to miss.”

Josephine did not answer.

“It appears,” Judge Archer said slowly, “that the timeline presented by the petitioner is highly inaccurate.”

She laid the papers down on her desk.

“I am denying the petition for emergency custody,” the judge said.

A wave of relief washed over me so hard I felt dizzy.

“However,” the judge continued, “given the seriousness of the medical situation with the child, I am ordering a home study by protective services.”