The summons comes at 7:12 a.m . It was hand delivered of course.Victoria doesn’t do digital. She wants the weight of paper, the performance of it. She wants me to feel it in my hands like a threat you can fold and tear but not outrun.
I don’t flinch, not anymore. But I do read every line twice. Then once more out loud just to hear the words spoken into the world.Emergency hearing in three days.They want the visits suspended “pending psychological review.” They want me shut down again and this time, they’re trying to make it stick.Reeves is already at my apartment before I finish my coffee.
“I figured you’d get the notice this morning,” he says.
“She filed it before dawn.”
“She couldn’t sleep,” I mutter.
“Guilt’s loud.”He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t smile.
“Victoria doesn’t feel guilt. She feels threat.”
“So that means we’re winning.” I say looking at him.
“It means she’s bleeding somewhere, and hiding it.” He replies back.
I sit at the kitchen table, eyes on the stack of document
