There was also a printed screenshot of my personal bank transactions, showing they had been tracking my spending.

Lydia worked through the night, coordinating with the local authorities.

By noon the next day, we were on an emergency video conference with a family court judge in Connecticut.

Lydia presented the security footage, the text messages, and the delivery of the unsigned custody agreement at my refuge.

“Your Honor,” Lydia argued, her face stern on the laptop screen.

“Mr. Blackwood is using blatant intimidation tactics.”

“He tracked my client to a confidential location and threatened her safety to force a signature.”

Julian’s attorney, Martin Bell, tried to downplay the incident.

“My client merely sent a courier to deliver legal documents, Your Honor,” Martin said, his voice flat.

“There was no threat made.”

The judge, a formidable woman named Judge Vance, was not convinced.

She looked at her screen, her eyes fixed on the video of the man looking directly into my security camera.

“Mr. Bell, sending an unannounced agent to a mother’s temporary residence in the middle of the night is not standard service of process,” Judge Vance said.