Chapter 7
The school counselor, Ms. Park, didn't ask Brielle to defend herself against strangers on the internet.
She closed the office door, offered water, and asked one precise question: "Do you feel safe going home today?"
Brielle stared at the floor. Marcus had never hit her. Celeste could slice a room apart without raising a hand. Brielle didn't know how to describe the difference between being physically safe and being afraid of every conversation.
"I don't know," she admitted.
Ms. Park explained what support the school could provide. She documented the note and the online harassment, helped Brielle report the video through the platform, and called June with Brielle's permission. She did not promise the clip would vanish. Copies were already circulating.
At lunch, Brielle received a message from Naomi on the family tablet: DID YOU SEE IT? I TOLD DADDY IT WAS WRONG.
Brielle's thumbs hovered. She wanted to tell Naomi everything would be fine, but she could not justify that promise.
I saw it, she wrote. None of this is your fault. Stay with Grandma after school if you want. Tell me what you choose.
June's apartment was smaller than their house, but every room had a purpose. A coat hook by the door carried two umbrellas, and the pantry contained enough canned soup to feed an unexpected guest. Naomi discovered an old board game on the top shelf and insisted they play before bed. Brielle tried to focus on the cards, yet every ping from her phone made her shoulders jump. June suggested leaving the device charging in the kitchen. Brielle agreed only after they wrote down the two numbers she might need in an emergency.
Brielle put a blanket across Naomi's knees before the meeting began. Her sister shook her head and folded it herself. Neither girl knew how to describe their new independence, which consisted of tiny choices other families made without noticing. June watched them from the kitchen, careful not to mistake their quietness for calm. She asked about dinner and tomorrow's school schedule, reminding them that a lawsuit did not suspend the ordinary needs of children.
When Naomi won the game, she lifted both arms and shouted. The sound startled Brielle, who flinched before she could stop herself. Naomi lowered her arms immediately. "Was I too loud?" she asked. Brielle shook her head. "You were happy. That's allowed." The little girl studied her face, then gathered the cards again. Brielle realized how much of their home life had become a series of small precautions: quiet footsteps, carefully chosen words, a hand hovering before opening a door. They could not undo those habits in one night. But at June's table they could practice acting without fear of what somebody else might call it.
Naomi answered immediately: I CHOOSE GRANDMA.
June picked both girls up and took them to her apartment. She was clear that she could not simply keep them there indefinitely against their legal guardian's wishes. She called Marcus, told him where they were, and asked whether he would agree to an overnight visit while the adults cooled down.
Marcus agreed. Celeste could be heard protesting in the background.
That night, June's attorney, Dana Whitfield, reviewed the trust documents. Dana was careful with her language. "This copy suggests June has approval rights. The handwritten addition is suspicious, but we need to examine the original and the county records before we call anything forgery."
"What if they sell the building before then?" Brielle asked.
"We can seek emergency relief if there's a real, imminent transaction. Courts want facts, not just fears."
June produced her notes about the conversation at graduation. Brielle showed Dana the studio photograph and the clip posted online. Dana noticed something Brielle had missed: the video was framed from the bedroom doorway, but everyone in the family had been inside the room during the confrontation except for the person holding the phone.
"Could Celeste have recorded it?" Brielle asked.
"Possibly. Or a camera may have been set down earlier. We won't guess."
Naomi, listening from the hallway, walked in with her graduation cap clasped to her chest.
"There was a little black stand by the window," she said. "Celeste told me it was for taking pictures of the dress. She put her phone on it before Daddy came upstairs."
Brielle felt sick. The scene had been arranged, not simply witnessed.
Dana asked Naomi to explain once, in her own words, while June made brief notes. Nobody rehearsed her answer.
When Marcus came the next morning, June met him at the door. He looked hollow-eyed.
"I didn't upload it," he said before anyone accused him.
"But you know who filmed it," Brielle answered.
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Marcus looked at Naomi's cap in her hands, then at his oldest daughter.
"I know where the phone was," he said. "And I should have stopped it."
