Mom shrank behind me.
Caleb grinned. “Told you. Game over.”
I handed the officers a court order.
One read it. His expression changed.
Richard frowned. “What is that?”
“Emergency protection order,” I said. “You’re barred from contacting her.”
Caleb’s grin disappeared.
I stepped closer, calm enough to unsettle them.
“And Richard?”
He stared at me.
“The fraud unit opens at nine.”
PART 3
At 9:02 a.m., Richard Hale entered the courthouse like he owned the marble floors. Caleb followed in sunglasses, wearing my mother’s stolen watch.
By 9:17, both of them were sweating.
The judge watched the hospital footage first.
On screen, Richard dragged my mother through the side exit while she stumbled barefoot. Caleb held the door open, laughing. The courtroom fell silent except for my mother’s quiet sobbing beside me.
Richard’s lawyer stood. “Your Honor, my client was acting under valid power of attorney.”
