Every time my brother-in-law drove me home, I would lose consciousness and wake up with unexplained aches and pains. My husband would only laugh and say, “You’re just out of shape, that’s all.” After the fourth ride, I secretly slipped a voice recorder into my purse and said nothing. That night, I listened to a phone conversation between the two of them that revealed my blackouts had never been accidental.

Later, I told Priya, “I don’t even know what forgiveness means here.

I want her to be accountable.

I want the truth.

I want to stop waking up afraid.”

“Those are all things you can want,” Priya said.

There was another important development.

An independent review found that the annex’s documentation and consent practices had been deeply deficient.

Regulatory action followed against the facility and certain professional licenses, with details determined in separate proceedings.