Then my sister says, “Book the ocean suite in South Beach.”

But it was the last clip that I sent to my attorney within the hour, because it was the one that removed the possibility of any charitable interpretation forever.

On the video, my mother walks to the main thermostat on the wall, and she reaches up, deliberately, without hurry, and she shuts off the heat to the entire apartment.

And as she does it, to no one, to herself, she says: “Maybe a little discomfort will teach her some gratitude.”

A postpartum mother and a newborn infant, in winter, and my mother turned off their heat on her way out the door to the airport, and gave, on camera, her reason.

I watched that clip once.