From her personal account.
The email read:
Daniel says use this new version because Mom’s doctor left out the mental part.
Maya obtained it after Vanessa forwarded the same email chain to Curtis Hale’s office.
Curtis looked as if he might be sick.
He had received the attachment.
But not the earlier messages in the chain until discovery.
Or perhaps his staff had missed them.
Either way, the message existed.
Judge Mercer called the clerk forward.
They spoke quietly.
Then he ordered another recess.
This time, two additional officers entered the courtroom.
Daniel noticed.
“So that’s it?” he said to me. “You’re going to have your own son arrested?”
I looked at him.
“You’re still thinking this is about what I’m doing to you.”
He stared back.
“You broke into my office. You forged my signature. You tried to seize my money. You prepared to sell my home. You photographed injuries you helped cause and used those injuries as evidence that I was incompetent.”
My voice never rose.
“You did those things, Daniel.”
He leaned closer.
“You’re my mother.”
“Yes.”
For the first time all morning, my voice shook.
“And you were my son before you became my predator.”
His face collapsed for a second.
Just one.
Then anger returned.
