My Grandson Called Me In The Middle Of The Night: ‘Grandma, I’m At The Station… My Stepfather Told Me To Leave, And Now He’s Saying I Caused Trouble, And They Took His Word!’ When I Arrived At The Station, The Officer Paused And Said, ‘I’m Sorry… I DIDN’T KNOW.’

“He grabbed my phone,” Tyler continued, his voice cracking slightly. “When he saw I’d been recording some of the stuff he’s been saying to me, he went ballistic, started throwing my things outside, told me to get out. When I said I had nowhere to go, he tried to physically push me out the door.

I just pulled away from him and he tripped and hit the doorframe.”

“And now he’s claiming assault,”

I concluded, hearing the familiar pattern. I’d seen this scenario play out in my courtroom too many times to count. Someone with authority manufacturing charges against a more vulnerable person.

“His police buddies showed up and didn’t even listen to me,” Tyler said bitterly. “They just took his word for everything.”

“I’m coming right now,” I told him, already pulling clothes from my dresser. “It’ll take me about 2 hours to drive up.

Don’t say anything else to anyone until I get there. If they try to question you, politely tell them you’re waiting for your grandmother.”

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