Chapter 7 - TRENT’S EMERGENCY CUSTODY FILE
The custody filing had been prepared before I left.
That emerged through metadata and attorney records.
Trent had consulted a lawyer three weeks before the pantry assault.
He described me as emotionally unstable and possibly planning to abscond with the girls.
The lawyer advised documenting concerns and pursuing lawful custody remedies if necessary.
The lawyer did not tell him to track me secretly.
Did not tell him to provoke me.
Did not tell him to manipulate messages.
Trent took normal legal advice and built his own machinery around it.
His evidence folder included:
Videos.
Screenshots.
A list of my “episodes.”
Statements from his mother Marlene.
Notes about the girls missing school.
Photos of dishes in the sink.
One picture of an empty refrigerator.
I remembered that week.
Trent had canceled my grocery card because I spent eighty-two dollars when he authorized seventy.
Then photographed the refrigerator two days later.
Marlene’s statement said:
SHELBY SOMETIMES APPEARS FEARFUL FOR NO REASON.
That almost made me laugh.
There had been a reason.
Her son.
Then one line:
GARY COLE HAS ALSO EXPRESSED CONCERN ABOUT SHELBY’S EMOTIONAL STABILITY.
My father.
I stopped reading.
“What does that mean?”
Alicia did not know yet.
I felt betrayed before I had facts.
That reflex worried me.
For years, Trent supplied conclusions first and evidence second.
I was about to copy him.
So I waited.
Gary’s messages had to be reviewed.
Then one appeared.
Three years earlier.
TRENT:
Shelby had another episode last night.
GARY:
What happened?
TRENT:
Talking about taking the girls and disappearing.
GARY:
Is she safe?
TRENT:
For now.
Gary:
Do I need to come?
Trent:
No. Seeing you could make it worse.
Another:
GARY:
Please tell her I love her.
TRENT:
She doesn’t want contact.
GARY:
If she ever reaches out to me, I’ll tell you. I don’t want the girls in danger.
I put down the phone.
Gary believed Trent.
Just as I had.
Then came a message two years later.
Gary:
Shelby called from a number I didn't recognize and hung up. Is she okay?
Trent:
She’s having a rough week. Please don't call back.
Gary:
Understood.
I remembered that call.
I had found Gary’s number in an old birthday card.
I dialed.
When he answered, I panicked and hung up.
Trent apparently saw it in the phone log.
Then called my father.
Two isolated people.
One man standing between them.
Each told the other was dangerous.
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That was not yet the whole truth.
But it was enough to make me finally listen to Gary’s voicemail.
