Court Papers in the Locked Drawer of a Community Doctor
“Your Honor, we have submitted an independent medical assessment conducted yesterday afternoon by Dr. Helen Aris, chief of neurology at the university hospital,” Karen said, sliding a blue-bound document across the mahogany desk.
The judge picked up the document, her sharp eyes scanning the pages with a slow, deliberate focus.
“The assessment shows that Rachel Miller is in perfect cognitive health, with no signs of dementia, memory impairment, or neurological decline of any kind,” Karen added.
Sterling cleared his throat, his face flushing a light pink as he leaned over the desk.
“An isolated assessment does not erase months of observed behavior at home, Your Honor,” Sterling said. “Dr. Miller has kept detailed logs of his wife’s daily confusion.”
“Logs that Dr. Miller fabricated,” Karen said, her voice dropping to a cold, hard whisper. “We have also submitted the sworn affidavit of Marcus Vance, aged eighteen, who was hired by Dr. Miller to follow his wife and document false instances of disorientation.”
David stiffened, his eyes darting toward the closed door of the chambers as if he expected the boy to walk through it.
