Chapter 9: Thursday
The family court building on Thursday morning smelled like old coffee and carpet cleaner.
Carol Briggs was already in the hallway when Lily and I arrived, a leather portfolio under her arm and the expression of a woman who had done this a hundred times and was not particularly concerned.
"How is she?" Carol asked, looking at Lily.
"Better," I said.
It was true.
Four days at Dana's apartment, cereal in the mornings, a night light in the bathroom, and the stuffed rabbit back in her arms had done something measurable.
Lily had started talking again — small things, careful things, but talking.
"Good." Carol crouched down to Lily's level.
"I'm Carol.
I'm your mom's helper today."
Lily studied her.
"Do you win?"
Carol smiled.
"Usually."
We went inside.
Grant was already seated at the respondent's table with his own attorney, a man named Whitfield who had the careful, expensive look of someone used to making problems disappear quietly.
Grant was in a dark suit.
He looked tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep.
Vanessa was not present.
Under the terms of the protective order, she was not permitted in the building.
The judge was a woman named Honorable Patricia Osei.
She had gray at her temples and reading glasses on a chain around her neck and she read through the filing with the focused silence of someone who did not waste time.
"I've reviewed the CPS report," she said.
"I've reviewed the pediatric documentation.
I've reviewed the financial records submitted by petitioner's counsel." She looked up.
"Mr.
Whitfield, your client filed for sole physical custody six weeks ago.
In the time since that filing, the child has been examined by her pediatrician and found to have bruising inconsistent with normal childhood activity.
A mandatory report was filed.
A protective order has been granted removing the respondent's companion from contact with the child." She set down the papers.
"Does your client wish to maintain his petition for sole physical custody?"
Whitfield leaned toward Grant.
A murmured exchange.
Grant shook his head once.
"The petitioner withdraws the custody petition," Whitfield said.
Judge Osei made a note.
"The original joint custody arrangement will be reinstated pending a full review.
The protective order regarding Vanessa Kowalski remains in effect." She looked at Grant directly.
"Mr.
Carlisle, this court takes the safety of children in its jurisdiction very seriously.
The documentation before me today raises serious questions about the judgment exercised in this household.
I am ordering a home study before any modification to the current arrangement is considered.
Is that understood?"
"Yes, Your Honor," Whitfield said.
"I'm asking your client."
Grant looked up.
"Yes," he said.
"I understand."
Judge Osei turned to Carol.
"Is there anything further from petitioner's counsel?"
"The financial transfers," Carol said.
"Petitioner requests a freeze on the joint accounts pending a full accounting, and an investigation into the unauthorized transfer of fifteen thousand dollars from a private account established by Mr.
Carlisle."
Whitfield was on his feet.
"Your Honor, that is a separate civil matter—"
"It is," Judge Osei agreed.
"And it will be treated as one.
Refer it to the appropriate venue." She looked at Carol.
"Freeze granted on joint accounts pending accounting.
Anything else?"
"No, Your Honor."
"Then we're adjourned."
The gavel came down.
Lily, who had been sitting very still beside me on the bench, looked up.
"Is it over?" she whispered.
"This part," I said.
She thought about that.
Then she reached into the pocket of her coat and took out the stuffed rabbit and held it in her lap.
In the hallway afterward, Grant found me before I reached the door.
Carol was three steps behind me.
He stopped at a respectful distance.
"Evelyn," he said.
I waited.
"I didn't know about the marks." His voice was quiet.
"I need you to know that.
I know it doesn't change anything.
But I need you to know."
I looked at him.
At the man who had cried when Lily was born.
At the man who had filed papers while I was undercover.
At the man who had run to Vanessa instead of his daughter.
"You didn't look," I said.
"That's the part you have to live with."
He nodded.
He didn't argue.
"The money she took," he said.
"I'm cooperating with the investigation.
Fully."
"I know.
Carol told me."
He looked at Lily, who was standing beside me holding her rabbit and watching him with the careful attention of a child who had learned to read rooms.
"Happy birthday," he said.
"I'm sorry it was late."
Lily looked at him for a long moment.
"It's okay," she said.
"Mommy came home."
Grant's face did something complicated.
He pressed his lips together and nodded once and walked back toward his attorney.
Carol appeared at my elbow.
"Ready?" she said.
"Yes," I said.
We walked out into the cold Denver morning, Lily's hand in mine, the rabbit tucked under her arm.
The sun was low and bright and it hit the courthouse steps in a way that made everything look very clean.
"Mommy," Lily said.
"Yes, baby."
"Can we get the cupcakes now?
The pink ones?"
I stopped on the steps.
She looked up at me with her whole face — the butterfly clips back in her hair, the marks on her arms still fading, her eyes completely serious about the cupcakes.
"Yes," I said.
"We can get the cupcakes."
She took my hand with both of hers and we walked down the steps together, and behind us the courthouse door swung shut, and ahead of us the street was ordinary and bright and entirely ours.
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