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.

She sent a message through my attorney asking for a confidential conversation.

Priya refused to arrange a private meeting and contacted Ellis.

The investigators set the terms.

When Vanessa finally appeared in an interview room, I was not there.

I was spared the pressure of sitting opposite a woman who might have helped orchestrate the worst nights of my life.

Ellis later told me what she could: Vanessa had offered an explanation for the appointments.

She claimed Julian had expressed concern about my cognitive health and arranged specialized assessments to protect me from the stigma of public treatment.