Chapter 42
JeffShannon’s probation officer and I played phone tag for a week, leaving messages that went unanswered. Whatever Shannon had going on, it couldn’t be good. I picked up my office phone and called the probation officer again but couldn’t reach him.
I determined that we would wait for whatever court process was catching up to Shannon to play itself out. In the meantime, I’d spoken to my attorney about countering Shannon’s request for partial custody. d**g testing was non-negotiable.
The stream of emails on my screen pulled my attention back. The scramble of names and subject lines rolled past. I sighed and began the tiresome process of answering the ones my admin flagged for response. I allocated an hour for returning messages, and when the timer on my computer chimed, I pushe
