“You made it,” Claire said firmly. “Now we make it legal.”
Moments later Victor stormed through the courthouse doors, adjusting his cufflinks as if the building belonged to him.
“Savannah!” he called loudly. “You’re not well. Come home.”
Claire stepped between them. “Do not speak to my client.”
Victor’s smile faltered.
Savannah felt her voice shaking—but she raised it anyway.
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
A deputy sheriff turned toward them.
Claire handed over the petition for an emergency protective order, attaching the flash drive as evidence.
Within an hour they were standing before a judge.
When the first video played—Victor shouting, a crash, Margaret calmly instructing Savannah to tell police she’d fallen—the courtroom fell silent.
Victor claimed the recordings were fake.
Claire calmly presented metadata proving they came directly from the Langford home security system.
The judge’s expression hardened.
An emergency protection order was granted immediately.
Victor was ordered to stay away.
As deputies escorted him from the courtroom, Margaret hissed at Savannah, “You’ll regret this.”
Savannah met her gaze calmly.
“I already regret staying.”