Chapter 11 - THE FIRST FORTY-EIGHT HOURS
Helena went home with me.
Not to the Ellison farmhouse.
Not to Dad’s house.
To a small furnished rental near the hospital that Naomi helped me secure because the marital home was under a temporary protective order and I wanted distance from everyone.
Dad complained.
“This place has one bathroom.”
“Yes.”
“You have a newborn.”
“She uses none.”
He glared.
I smiled.
The family court issued temporary orders.
I had primary physical custody.
Jonas received supervised parenting time because he had participated in the coercive confrontation and failed to protect me during an assault, not because adultery or financial stress made him automatically unfit.
He had not struck Helena.
He had not threatened her.
He had not abused her directly.
The court still needed to evaluate judgment.
Fair.
Rex and Pamela:
No contact with Helena.
No contact with me.
No exceptions for grandparent status.
Pamela cried in court.
That did not change the order.
Then the criminal investigation split roles.
Rex faced the most serious exposure.
Video showed an intentional punch to the abdomen of a thirty-eight-week-pregnant woman during a coercive property dispute.
Prosecutors charged him under the applicable aggravated-assault and domestic/family violence statutes, including pregnancy as a relevant factor where law allowed.
They did not charge attempted murder.
No evidence he intended to kill me or Helena.
Pamela faced charges related to encouraging further violence and participating in coercion. “Hit her again” mattered, but the exact statute was narrower than television would suggest.
Jonas faced investigation for unlawful restraint because he blocked the exit and for his role in document coercion.
No charge yet.
The camera did not show him striking me.
Good.
Specific.
Then Dad’s slap.
The prosecutor reviewed the moment frame by frame.
Rex had just punched me. I was clutching my abdomen. Rex remained inches away, still facing me. Warren entered and used one open-handed strike, then stopped.
No charge.
The prosecutor concluded there was insufficient evidence to disprove defense of another beyond a reasonable doubt.
Dad looked pleased.
I told him:
“Do not make that face.”
“What face?”
“The face that thinks the law endorsed slapping people.”
He sighed.
“Fine.”
Then Dale.
He gave his statement and returned to duty.
No hero role.
No investigation.
No military interference.
Warren’s chain of command ethics officer even advised him not to use his title, contacts, or official position in any civil matter involving the Ellisons.
Dad hated being told something obvious.
He complied.
That mattered.
Then Jonas’s first supervised visit with Helena.
I watched from behind one-way glass.
He entered slowly.
Cried immediately.
The supervisor handed him the baby only after explaining neck support, feeding plan, and boundaries.
Jonas whispered:
“Hi, Helena.”
He did not call her “my little farmer.”
He did not mention Shaw Ridge.
He just held her.
I cried too.
Not because I wanted him back.
Because once, when we chose her name, we imagined him holding her in our bedroom while I slept nearby.
That future was gone.
A different one might still exist.
Then Jonas made one request through counsel.
He wanted to reimburse the Shaw trust for all legal costs caused by the option.
Naomi said:
“That sounds admirable. It may also be financially impossible.”
Correct.
Legal accountability should not become theatrical bankruptcy.
The trustee would calculate actual recoverable amounts later.
Then First Plains Bank accelerated part of Ellison Agricultural Holdings’ debt because the Red Mesa closing failed.
Rex’s company entered emergency restructuring.
The disaster he used to justify the assault had arrived anyway.
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Now we would see whether it actually required destroying the business.
Or only Rex’s pride.
