Dad eventually drove me to urgent care.
On the way, he repeatedly insisted that I shouldn’t mention the confrontation.
“Tell them you slipped on the stairs,” he suggested.
I turned toward him.
“That isn’t what happened.”
“Claire, think about the consequences.”
I looked out the passenger window.
I’d spent years thinking about consequences.
But almost always, they were consequences for everyone except me.
At the clinic, the examination confirmed a significant shoulder injury.
The doctor explained the treatment and recovery process.
I listened carefully.
Then, when I had an opportunity to speak privately with the medical staff, I made sure the incident was documented accurately.
I also requested copies of my examination notes, imaging records, and admission details.
Dad assumed I was simply following routine medical instructions.
He had no idea what I was preparing to do.
Later, I sent a message to Mara Chen.
Mara was my attorney.
