Chapter 12 - MY THREAT
Police asked about my final sentence at the SUV.
“Touch my children and stop breathing.”
Did I mean I would kill Aurelia?
In the second I said it?
I wanted her to believe I was capable of anything.
That was bad enough.
My attorney did not let me soften it.
Detective Lowe asked:
“Was that a threat?”
“Yes.”
“Did you intend to carry it out?”
“No.”
“Then why say it?”
“To frighten her away from my children.”
Aurelia’s lawyer later argued the sentence proved I was dangerous and unstable.
Not ridiculous.
The prosecutor reviewed a separate threat charge.
Ultimately, the office declined the most serious interpretation because the statement was conditional, made during immediate rescue aftermath, and no later conduct showed pursuit or plan.
But it remained relevant to my assault case and protective-order proceedings.
My slap was simpler.
Unnecessary after the children were already moving away.
Misdemeanor assault.
Diversion offered.
I accepted.
Anger-management.
Restitution for Aurelia’s medical evaluation.
No unlawful contact.
No new offense.
The instructor asked:
“What did you teach Elliot?”
“That Dad can stop Aunt Aurelia.”
“No.”
I knew where this was going.
“That power is louder than process.”
“Yes.”
May you like
I hated him.
Useful.
