My in-laws sent my 6-year-old daughter a cute brown teddy bear for her birthday. She smiled for a second, then suddenly froze and asked, “Mommy, what is it?

“Danny, please. I’m your mother.”

Detective Hollis, who had attended the hearing, immediately moved between them.

“Mrs. Whitmore,” he said, “step back.”

Her face flushed. “I just want to talk to my son.”

Daniel finally looked at her.

“No,” he said. “You wanted access. That’s different.”

For once, Margaret had nothing to say.

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