Harrison’s confidence collapsed.
Tiffany panicked.
The judge ordered the assault documented.
When asked if I felt safe returning home—
I shook my head.
For the first time, someone in power cared about my safety.
Harrison exploded in anger, but I spoke over him.
“I left because he cut off my credit cards,” I said. “He threatened to lock me out while I was at a prenatal appointment.”
The courtroom went still.
“The evidence supports her statement,” the judge confirmed.
Tiffany tried to deny everything.
But it was too late.
Then the doors opened.
Simon Fletcher walked in—tie loosened, a bruise on his face.
He explained someone had blocked his car and stolen his phone.
