Chapter 4 - Deposition of Venom
The air inside the high-rise conference room in downtown Cedar Rapids was suffocating.
It was the day of the formal depositions for the emergency custody hearing. Large glass windows looked out over the Cedar River, but inside, the atmosphere was thick with hostility.
Sitting across the long oak table was my mother, wearing a tailored navy suit and immaculate pearls, her posture perfectly erect. Beside her sat Brittany, looking pale and wearing an oversized sweater to emphasize her subtle pregnancy bump. Their legal team surrounded them like a pack of wolves in expensive suits.
On our side sat Sarah Jenkins, Hannah, and me. Hannah was dressed in a simple, modest cream blouse that completely covered her neck and wrists. Her hair was pulled back neatly, her posture erect and composed.
The court-appointed videographer started the recording. "This is the deposition of Diane Carter in the matter of Carter v. Carter."
Sarah Jenkins leaned forward, resting her hands on the table. "Mrs. Carter, let’s begin with the afternoon of August 1st. When my client, Hannah Carter, was in her bedroom, did you lock the door from the outside?"
Diane smiled smoothly, her tone oozing patronizing warmth. "Lock? Oh, heavens no. The door mechanism in that old house was faulty. It had a habit of sticking. I merely pulled it shut so the noise from the television wouldn't disturb her rested state."
"I see," Sarah said calmly. "And was the faulty door mechanism also the reason why you removed her personal mobile phone from the room?"
"I didn't 'remove' it," Diane sneered gently. "Hannah was in an extremely agitated state. She was compulsively checking social media and sending frantic messages to Ethan while he was trying to work. I took the phone to help her disconnect and rest. It was an act of maternal care."
"Maternal care," Sarah repeated, her voice dripping with quiet sarcasm. "Is it also 'maternal care' to bind a postpartum woman’s wrists to a bedframe using neckties?"
Arthur Vance, Diane’s lead attorney, immediately interjected. "Objection! Counsel is assuming facts not in evidence and mischaracterizing my client's actions."
"Let her answer," Sarah demanded, looking directly at Diane.
Diane leaned back, her fake smile slipping for a second, revealing the cold contempt beneath. "Hannah was hysterical. She was trying to climb out of bed with a high fever, making delusional claims that the baby was being poisoned. She was throwing things. I held her wrists to restrain her from harming herself or the infant. My daughter, Brittany, assisted me. We acted out of necessity to protect that child."
I squeezed my fists so tightly under the table that my fingernails bit into my palms. The sheer audacity of her lies was staggering.
"If you were so concerned about the child's safety, Mrs. Carter," Sarah continued, turning a page in her binder, "why did you not call 911 when the baby developed a 103.8-degree fever?"
Diane’s eyes flickered slightly. "We didn't realize he had a fever. Babies get warm when they cry. We were waiting for Ethan to return."
"You waited three days," Sarah shot back, her voice rising in intensity. "Three days while a six-day-old newborn lay in a filthy diaper, severely dehydrated, developing an acute blood infection. You slept on the couch, ordered takeout, and watched television while your daughter-in-law bled and starved upstairs!"
"That is a complete lie!" Brittany suddenly blurted out, breaking her court-instructed silence. "She was faking it! Hannah always fakes being sick to get Ethan’s attention! Mom and I were the ones suffering, having to clean up after her mess!"
"Brittany, quiet!" Arthur Vance warned, but it was too late.
Sarah turned her focus like a laser onto my sister. "Mrs. Brittany Carter, did you or did you not take photographs on your smartphone outside the locked bedroom door while Hannah was screaming for help?"
Brittany flushed bright red. "I... I don't know what you're talking about."
Sarah pulled a manila folder from her briefcase and slid three printed sheets across the table. They were subpoenaed digital records from Brittany's cloud storage—photos Brittany had taken of herself posing dramatically in front of the locked bedroom door, with a caption that read: 'Handling the crazy drama queen while Ethan’s away. #MotherhoodFail.'
The room went dead silent.
Arthur Vance closed his eyes in brief despair. Diane stared at the photos, her face turning a mottled, furious purple.
"Are these your photos, Brittany?" Sarah asked relentlessly. "Is this the 'maternal care' you were providing while a baby starved behind that door?"
Brittany looked wildly at her mother, then at her lawyer. "I... it was a joke... I was just trying to lighten the mood..."
"No further questions for this witness," Sarah said, sliding the photos back into her folder. She turned to the court reporter. "Please mark these exhibits A through C for the court record."
Diane glared across the table at Hannah, abandoning all pretenses of restraint. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" she spat, her voice trembling with hatred. "You trashy little nobody. You came into my family, took my son, and now you're trying to ruin my life! You are nothing! Ethan will see through you eventually! He’ll realize what a weak, pitiful mistake you are!"
Hannah didn't flinch. She didn't cry. She didn't look down.
She leaned forward, looked Diane straight in the eyes, and spoke in a clear, ringing voice that carried to every corner of the room.
"You're right about one thing, Diane. I was weak. I was weak because I let you step on me to keep the peace. I was weak because I let my husband believe you were a good person. But I am not weak anymore. My son almost died because of your cruelty. And I will spend every penny I have, and every breath in my body, to make sure you spend the rest of your life behind bars."
Diane stared at her, genuinely shocked. For the first time, she saw that the docile girl she had bullied for years was gone, replaced by a mother defending her child.
Arthur Vance quickly called for a recess, practically dragging Diane and Brittany out of the room.
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As the door clicked shut behind them, Sarah turned to us with a satisfied grin. "That, ladies and gentlemen, was a masterclass. They just buried their own custody motion."
I reached over and wrapped my arm around Hannah's shoulders. She leaned into me, trembling slightly, but her chin remained held high. The war was far from over, but we had just won our first major battle.
