It had been a campaign, sustained over months, requiring patience and planning and a genuinely disturbing willingness to do harm.

Junia had cropped a photograph at a print shop, choosing precisely which evidence to remove.

She had waited by a storefront to follow her pregnant daughter-in-law.

She had taken a SIM card from an abandoned phone and spliced together fragments of old recordings into a false confession convincing enough to fool an entire family — which meant sitting down, deliberately, and doing the technical work of fabricating evidence against the mother of her own grandchild.

She had intercepted certified mail, which is a federal matter, and destroyed it.

She had turned an attorney away at the door, more than once.