Harrison’s lawyer finally stood up and requested a private moment with his client to discuss the new evidence. “You will have all the time you need after I finish securing the record for this hearing,” the judge responded coldly.
Tiffany tried to edge away from the table, but the bailiff moved to block the aisle with a firm stance. The judge then turned his attention toward Tiffany and called her name with a tone of voice that suggested he was deeply unimpressed.
“I did not do anything wrong,” Tiffany blurted out before the judge could even ask her a question. That immediate defense made several people in the room turn their heads in suspicion.
The judge looked at the text messages in the packet and noted that Tiffany had contacted my obstetrician’s office while pretending to be a family member. She had attempted to gain access to my medical records and my private emergency contact information without my consent.
I felt a chill run down my spine as I looked at the woman who had been lurking in the shadows of my life for months. Harrison’s jaw tightened in that specific way that usually preceded a loud argument or a broken dish at home.