“He spent three weeks drafting a medical petition,” Sierra said, watching my eyes move across the bright screen.

“He was setting up a legal guardianship to put you in a long-term care facility for postpartum psychological instability.”

My mouth went completely dry.

“He wanted me declared an unfit mother.”

“He wanted full legal control over you so he could sign off on your grandmother’s trust payouts,” Sierra said, touching her diamond pendant again.

“If you were committed, he’d become your court-appointed conservator.

He would have had full access to the Bennett estate money by spring.”