Chapter 13 - The Fabricated Diagnosis
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At two o'clock that afternoon, Detective Miller from the Special Victims Unit arrived at my room accompanied by Assistant District Attorney Rachel Sterling.
ADA Sterling was a sharp, focused woman in her late thirties with dark hair tied in a neat bun. She set a heavy leather briefcase on the visitor’s table and looked at me with deep resolve.
“Caroline,” ADA Sterling began, “we have updated the charges against Luke Ellis based on the digital evidence recovered from the laptop and the forensic burn analysis.”
“What are the charges now?” I asked.
“We have formally indicted him on counts of Attempted Aggravated Murder, Felony Domestic Assault with a Deadly Weapon, Tampering with Evidence, and Identity Fraud,” ADA Sterling stated clearly.
Detective Miller pulled out a tape recorder. “Caroline, we need your permission to add the forged medical letters and intercepted clinic records to the criminal indictment. This establishes long-term premeditation, coercive control, and malice.”
“You have it,” I said without a second of hesitation. “Use everything.”
“There’s one more thing,” Detective Miller added, looking at his notes. “When we interrogated Luke at the precinct yesterday, he claimed that his mother, Evelyn Ellis, was the one who advised him to hide the genetic reports from you before your wedding.”
My blood ran cold.
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Evelyn.
My mother-in-law, who had sat at our dinner table every Sunday, patting my hand with pity while saying, “Some women just aren't built to carry life, dear. You should focus on making Luke comfortable instead.”
