Chapter 8 - THE DUPLICATE PHONE
The duplicate phone contained no personal messages.
Its serial number traced back to a store near my parents’ home.
Security footage showed my father purchasing it.
He paid cash.
My father claimed Preston requested a backup device for international travel.
The store video captured more.
My mother stood beside him.
She selected the same titanium model Preston used.
The receipt was found inside her handbag at the hotel.
Their involvement was no longer passive.
They helped prepare the false theft.
Detective Miles requested arrest warrants.
My mother surrendered through the rear entrance of the police station.
My father arrived with three attorneys.
They were charged with conspiracy, evidence tampering, and contributing to the endangerment of a child.
The judge issued protective orders preventing them from contacting Sophie or me.
My mother violated the order within six hours.
She sent an email through a family assistant.
The message contained no apology.
It said:
WITHDRAW YOUR CLAIM TO THE TRUST.
WE CAN STILL SAVE PRESTON.
I forwarded it to Detective Miles.
The assistant later admitted my mother dictated the words.
The court revoked her release and ordered electronic monitoring.
Sophie returned home after two nights in the hospital.
She wore a bandage above her left ear.
She walked slowly.
The first thing she did was remove every wedding photograph from her bedroom.
She had loved Preston.
She drew pictures for him.
She called him her funny uncle.
Now she refused to say his name.
At night, she woke crying.
She dreamed that everyone in the ballroom was laughing again.
A child trauma therapist named Dr. Lena Moore began visiting our home.
She taught Sophie that her body’s fear was not weakness.
It was her brain trying to protect her after danger.
Sophie asked why Grandma and Grandpa helped Preston.
I told her the truth in language she could understand.
“They loved protecting him more than they loved doing what was right.”
“Did they love me?”
“Maybe in the only way they knew.”
“But their choices were not loving.”
She thought about that.
“Can people love you and still be dangerous?”
“Yes.”
“Then I don’t want dangerous love.”
Neither did I.
The independent trustee requested an emergency hearing.
The question was whether I remained capable of protecting Sophie’s inheritance.
Preston’s attorneys intended to argue that the scandal had made me emotionally unstable.
They submitted an affidavit from a psychiatrist I had never met.
The doctor claimed I suffered from paranoia, resentment, and a desire to manipulate Sophie against her family.
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The affidavit was dated two weeks before the wedding.
My parents had prepared to discredit me before the phone was ever planted.
