Chapter 9: What the Firm Decided
Grace's letter to Orson's solicitors had a particular effect.
Within forty-eight hours, the firm withdrew from representing him.
Grace told me this without drama, in the same level tone she used for everything.
"They cited a conflict with their professional obligations," she said.
"They're not required to say more than that.
But the withdrawal itself tells you what they concluded."
"They believed what we sent them."
"They believed enough of it that they weren't willing to continue."
Orson would need to find new representation.
That took time.
And in that gap, Grace moved.
The safeguarding referral had been logged.
A children's services officer had been assigned.
Willa had given her formal statement — two hours, recorded, detailed.
She had described the folder, the document, the dates, the incidents she had witnessed over fourteen months.
She had described the morning of the inhaler in full.
The officer had also spoken to Renata.
And then, on a Thursday afternoon, the officer came to speak to me.
Her name was Diane.
She was in her fifties, unhurried, with a notepad and a way of asking questions that made you feel the question had already been answered and she was simply giving you the chance to confirm it.
We sat in my living room.
I had tidied it that morning without thinking about why.
"Tell me about your relationship with your father," she said.
I told her.
All of it — not just the inhaler, not just the recording, but the pattern underneath it.
The way decisions were made in that house.
The way dissent was managed.
The way love and control had always been the same currency.
She wrote steadily.
"And Juniper's relationship with him before this?"
"She loved him.
He was good with her when I was watching." I stopped.
"That's the part that's hardest to explain.
He wasn't cruel to her face.
He was careful."
"Calculated," Diane said.
"Yes."
She made a note.
"And your sister?"
"Tabitha does what she's told.
She has her whole life.
I don't think she fully understood what she was part of until it was already happening."
"Does that change your view of her responsibility?"
I thought about it honestly.
"No.
She's an adult.
She held a sick child's inhaler in the air.
Understanding doesn't undo that."
Diane nodded once and wrote something I couldn't read.
Before she left, she said: "Mr.
Voss, I want to be straightforward with you.
What you've described, and what the recording and the witness statement support, is a deliberate and sustained attempt to endanger a child for personal gain.
That is how we are treating it."
I walked her to the door.
After she left I stood in the hallway for a long moment.
Then I called Renata.
"How did it go?" she asked.
"I think it's going to be all right," I said.
"I think it's actually going to be all right."
A pause.
Then: "Put Juniper on.
She's been asking for you all day."
There was a rustling sound, and then Juniper's voice, very close to the phone, slightly too loud the way she always was when she was excited.
"Daddy.
Guess what."
"What?"
"I drawed a horse.
It has five legs."
"That's a very advanced horse."
"I know," she said seriously.
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"Do you want to see it?"
"More than anything," I said.
