Chapter 14 - The First Attack

I was holding Noah when I learned my husband was asking a judge to take him from me.

His filing claimed I had become "increasingly erratic" during pregnancy, had isolated myself from my husband, had "fled the marital residence," and had refused reasonable mental-health care.

He included Margaret's knife story.

He included the fake messages.

He included my text from two in the morning: I can't do this. I'm so exhausted.

"Can they take him from the hospital?" I asked Maya over speakerphone.

"Not based on a piece of paper someone just filed. There has to be a court order, and I am responding now."

I looked down at Noah's tiny face.

"I can't lose him."

"Then stay focused. We have evidence."

A hospital social worker evaluated me that afternoon because Daniel's filing raised concerns. I was furious at the insult, but Maya told me to cooperate.

So I did.

I answered questions about sleep, anxiety, support, depression, safety, and whether I had thoughts of harming myself or my baby.

"No," I said. "I'm scared someone else is trying to take him. That's different."

The social worker nodded.

She documented that I was oriented, appropriate, bonded with my newborn, and had a safe discharge plan with Rachel.

The next morning, a judge denied Daniel's request for immediate emergency removal and scheduled a hearing.

Then Maya called again.

"Daniel's side produced new evidence."

"More fake texts?"

"A recording."

My stomach dropped.

My own voice said, "Sometimes I wish I could just run away and never come back."

I remembered the night instantly.

I had been exhausted, swollen, and grieving my mother.

What Daniel's clip ended before capturing was the rest of the conversation.

I had said, "Not from the baby. From everything else. I wish Mom were here. I feel like I can't breathe without her."

Daniel had held me while I cried.

Now he was using that grief against me.

"Is there a longer version?" Maya asked.

I closed my eyes.

"Maybe. Daniel records voice notes on his phone sometimes."

"We need it."

Then Rachel walked into my hospital room holding an envelope.

"This was delivered for you."

No return address.

Inside was a single printed photograph.

Margaret stood beside a finished nursery in her house.

Above the crib, wooden letters spelled my son's name.

NOAH.

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