And patterns are what prosecutors understand.
Sarah called me one morning with a tone that meant she’d just read something unpleasant.
“Eleanor,” she said, “the district attorney’s office is considering charges.”
My chest tightened. “Charges for what, specifically?”
“False reporting,” Sarah said. “Harassment. Potential fraud related to the insurance claim attempt. They’re also looking at whether his behavior qualifies as attempted elder financial exploitation.”
I closed my eyes for a second. I’d wanted consequences, yes. But wanting consequences doesn’t erase the fact that Brandon used to be the baby I held at three a.m. when he cried with a fever.
“What happens now?” I asked.
“They’ll likely offer a plea,” Sarah said. “Probation, court-ordered counseling, strict no-contact continuing. Potential community service. Possibly a short jail term if the judge wants to make a point.”
I exhaled slowly. “And if he fights?”
“Then it becomes public,” Sarah said. “And the evidence is… not kind.”
Two weeks later, Brandon’s lawyer requested a meeting.
Not with Brandon present.
Just lawyers.