The minute I got back to my apartment, I strode to my office and searched through emails to find the report from Rick Calabro. Shifting my weight in the office chair, I reached for my cell phone and punched in the number for Shannon’s probation officer and saved it into my contacts. Then, I called Jeff. No more acting before talking to him first.
“Hey, sweetie, what’s up? How’s the bridal party prep going?”
“That’s going fine. You should see Olivia in her dress. So adorable. I meant to send you some of the pictures I took. I’ll text you in a little bit.”
Jeff groaned. “Something’s wrong.”
“Yeah, something’s wrong. It’s Shannon.”
“What happened?”
“I picked her up, and obviously, I asked her about the custody papers. That predictably didn’t go well, but that’s not the problem. When we
