Remi pushed her phone against Lacy’s chest, which made him jump. "Look at these pictures. The time stamps show when I picked up Ian. If you can't tell the difference between previous and new injuries, you might want to talk to your family doctor.”
Lacy grimaced and scrolled through the pictures, his face tight. But Remi took her phone back.
"Hey, I wasn't done," Lacy said.
"It doesn't matter. You can't see the truth anyway!”
He laughed at her. "Playing dirty to get custody? Do you think a judge will believe this? They'll be able to tell right away if the proof is phony. Stay with your games, Remi."
Remi felt a flood of loathing rush over her. He always became worse when they talked. She got out of the car and opened the door. "Don't forget that I still have some say at Grandpa's. Do
