Chapter 5: The Doctor Who Wouldn't Stay Quiet
I picked up before Evan could reach it.
"Dr.
Walsh."
"Maya." Her voice was careful, measured — the tone she used when delivering results she didn't want to deliver.
"I need to tell you something, and I need you to listen without panicking."
"Tell me."
"Helen Carter came to my office this afternoon.
She doesn't have an appointment.
She told my receptionist she was your emergency contact and that there had been a family crisis.
My receptionist let her into the waiting room." A short pause.
"I did not meet with her.
The moment I was told who she was and why she was there, I had her escorted out.
But before she left, she handed my receptionist an envelope addressed to me.
It contained a formal written request asking me to provide a medical opinion confirming that you were psychologically unfit to parent."
The room tilted slightly.
"She asked your doctor to sign off on it," Evan said flatly.
"She did.
The letter was pre-written.
She just needed my signature at the bottom." Dr.
Walsh's voice sharpened.
"I want to be very clear.
I will not be signing anything of the kind.
What I observed across your entire prenatal care and your postpartum visit was a healthy, attentive, devoted mother who was managing a difficult recovery under what I now understand were extremely difficult circumstances."
"She's collecting signatures," I said.
"She's building a file."
"That's what it looks like.
Maya, I've already contacted the hospital's legal team.
They are aware of the situation.
And I want you to know — if you need me to appear on your behalf, I will."
I exhaled slowly.
"Thank you, Dr.
Walsh."
"There's one more thing." She hesitated.
"The letter she brought — it referenced a psychological evaluation.
It claimed you had voluntarily undergone a mental health assessment three weeks ago and that the evaluating clinician had expressed serious concerns.
I don't have any record of that in your file."
"Because it didn't happen," I said.
"I didn't think so.
Which means either the evaluation was fabricated, or someone conducted it without your knowledge or consent." Another pause.
"Do you have any idea who she might have used?"
I didn't answer immediately.
I was thinking about the week before Noah was born.
Helen had been visiting then too.
She had insisted on taking me to what she called a "wellness check" — a friend of hers, she'd said, a lovely woman who just wanted to make sure I was managing the stress of late pregnancy well.
I had sat in a quiet office and answered questions about my sleep, my mood, my relationship with Evan, my fears about motherhood.
I had thought it was kind.
"I think I do," I said.
I told Dr.
Walsh what I remembered.
The office.
The woman's name — Dr.
Renata Soames.
The questions that had felt gentle at the time and now felt like something else entirely.
"I'll make some calls," Dr.
Walsh said.
"If that evaluation was conducted without proper informed consent and submitted as clinical evidence, that's a serious ethical violation.
It may be enough to have it struck from the record entirely."
After she hung up, Evan and I sat in silence for a moment.
Noah was asleep in the bassinet in the corner.
His chest rose and fell.
His small fists were curled beside his face.
"She took me to her," I said.
"She sat next to me the whole time and told me to be honest.
She said it was just to help me feel less anxious." My voice didn't break.
I wouldn't let it.
"She was building her case while I was answering questions about whether I was afraid of being a bad mother."
Evan reached across the table and put his hand over mine.
"She made one mistake," he said.
"What?"
"She used real people.
Diane.
Dr.
Walsh.
This evaluator.
Real people who can be questioned.
Real people who can push back." He looked at me.
"She needed all of them to stay quiet.
And not one of them is staying quiet."
I looked at Noah.
"Friday is four days away," I said.
"Then we work," Evan said.
"Starting tonight."
His laptop was already open.
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On the screen was the name of a family law attorney — a woman named Grace Okafor, with fifteen years of experience in emergency custody disputes.
Her first available call slot was in twenty minutes.
