Chapter 4 - The Legal Notice

The peace lasted exactly five days before the next grenade was thrown. It didn't come via text or social media; it arrived via a certified courier.
I opened the door to a man in a polo shirt who handed me a clip-board to sign. When I opened the large manila envelope, my stomach dropped. It was a legal notice from a local family law attorney, hired by my mother.
Janet was filing for grandparent visitation rights, claiming that I was mentally unstable due to postpartum depression and military service trauma, and that she was being unjustly denied access to her granddaughter. Accompanying the petition were printed copies of Clara’s social media posts, along with a signed affidavit from my mother claiming I had acted "erratically and aggressively" during her visit.
They weren't just after my money anymore. They were trying to weaponize the legal system to force their way back into my life, using my career and my postpartum vulnerability as ammunition.
I sat at my kitchen table, looking at the paperwork, a cold fury washing over me. They thought my silence was weakness. They thought because I hadn't fought back publicly, I was defenseless.
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I picked up my phone and called Captain Marcus Vance, a senior attorney in the Judge Advocate General (JAG) Corps and a close friend of Ryan’s and mine.
"Marcus," I said when he answered. "My family just served me with a grandparent visitation petition based on fraudulent claims. I need the meanest civilian family lawyer in the state, and I need them by yesterday."