“Not enough to knock you out.”
“Enough to affect memory.”
“Coordination.”
“Concentration.”
My throat tightened.
“For how long?”
Tobias hesitated.
“Possibly three years.”
I stood so fast the chair fell.
“No.”
Samuel did not move.
“That’s impossible.”
Tobias looked at me.
“You’ve complained about headaches.”
“I work too much.”
“Memory gaps.”
“Stress.”
“Balance problems.”
“I thought it was exhaustion.”
“Exactly.”
I backed away.
My stomach turned.
“Why?”
Samuel answered.
“To make you easier to discredit.”
I stared.
“What?”
He opened another folder.
Medical notes.
Emails.
Draft legal documents.
One document was labeled competency evaluation.
My name appeared at the top.
Garrett had been compiling evidence that I was mentally unstable.
Forgetful.
Erratic.
Unreliable.
He had encouraged me to see doctors.
He had told them I was under stress.
He had described symptoms he was helping cause.
My hands began shaking.
“If I became legally incompetent…”
Tobias nodded.
