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.

“Why the blackouts?” I asked Priya when she explained the filings to me.

“To produce something that looked like documented impairment,” she answered.

“And perhaps to create opportunities to collect or alter information.

We have to distinguish what the records show from what they intended.”

The records showed that the annex had entered neurological observations for dates on which I had never knowingly sought care.

They included photographs I did not remember agreeing to and forms with my name.

There were gaps, contradictions, and notes that used the same wording across different appointments.