Court Papers in the Locked Drawer of a Community Doctor
“This is an emergency petition for temporary guardianship, filed under seal by Dr. David Miller,” Judge Vance said, her voice dry and measured. “Mr. Sterling, you are representing the petitioner?”
“Yes, Your Honor,” Sterling said, stepping forward with a leather portfolio. “My client is deeply concerned about his wife’s cognitive decline, specifically her recent memory lapses and disorientation.”
“And Mrs. Miller is represented by Ms. Vance?” the judge asked, looking at Karen.
“Karen Vance for the respondent, Your Honor,” Karen said, her voice rising with a sharp, clear authority. “We are here to ask for an immediate dismissal of this petition with prejudice.”
David checked his watch, his thumb dragging across the gold rim as he leaned toward his attorney.
“Your Honor, my wife has been struggling for months,” David said, his voice carrying that smooth, reassuring bedside manner he used with his oldest patients. “She has been wandering, forgetting basic household tasks, and showing signs of severe paranoia.”
“Dr. Miller,” Judge Vance said, raising a single hand to silence him. “Your attorney will speak for you.”
Karen did not wait for Sterling to recover his footing.
