She Framed Me As Unfit So I’ll See Her In Court Chapter 11
My phone had gotten so hot I could barely hold it.
The messages on the screen were still climbing.
“You don’t deserve to be a mother.”
“I already reported you to CPS.”
“Get ready to lose Maya.”
Unknown numbers kept calling. People posted my building, urged neighbors to “keep an eye on this crazy woman,” and asked what time Maya got out of school every day.
I took one last screenshot with the timestamp and held down the power button.
Shut down.
The screen went black, and the tiny apartment finally fell quiet.
They wanted me to break down among hundreds of voices, to argue, to say the wrong thing.
I wouldn’t give them that chance again.
I turned on the old computer at the dining table, its fan buzzing, and created a new folder:
Maya Custody Case
Then I began filing everything, one by one.
“01 – Online Harassment and Information Leak”—Sloan’s original post, screenshots, the original video, Police Report #1.
“02 – School Framing Incident”—Principal Hanley’s email, the evidence preservation request, photos of Beth.
“03 – Fake Advertisement and Physical Threat”—the ad screenshot, the 911 call record, Police Report #2.
I renamed each file by date, time, and source, then backed it up to the cloud and to a USB drive.
At last, I dragged tonight’s screen recording and the screenshots of people encouraging reports into a new folder.
“04 – Sloan’s Livestream.”
The progress bar crawled to the end.
Sloan thought a few hundred people were attacking me tonight.
But in court, every one of them would become part of the trail she left behind.