Chapter 13 - MY OWN MISTAKEI posted nothing.
I had learned enough from other people’s disasters to avoid that.
My mistake was different.
I called Grant.
Three days after the hospital.
He had not contacted me.
I called anyway.
“You put your hands on her.”
He said:
“Yes.”
“You bruised her before.”
He paused.
“Sarah told you.”
“Answer.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Claire, I don’t want to fight with you.”
“You don’t get to decide that.”
Then I said the sentence my lawyer later wished I had not.
“If you ever touch her again, I’ll make sure you never see any of us again.”
Not a criminal threat.
Still aggressive.
Still useful to Grant’s argument that I had preexisting hostility.
He recorded the call.
Of course he did.
I was angry when I learned that.
Then embarrassed.
My attorney, Laura Mendoza, said:
“Assume every contested conversation is recorded.”
“I wasn’t hiding anything.”
“That isn’t the lesson.”
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The lesson was:
Anger can be true and still make evidence messier.
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