Casey took one look at my face and immediately cleared her schedule. She sat me down in her office and had me go through everything from the beginning. I told her about the wedding and what my son revealed and now these fake messages. Casey started typing rapidly on her computer while I talked. She immediately filed preservation orders with all the major phone carriers and social media companies.

She explained that Lauren probably used spoofing apps or edited screenshots during those 10 minutes she was in the bathroom. Casey said we needed to get the actual phone records from the carrier to prove the messages were fake. She also filed requests for Lauren’s search history to see if she had looked up how to fake text messages.

Casey told me not to talk to the police again without her present. She said Lauren was clearly trying to muddy the waters and create reasonable doubt for her own defense. The next morning, Derek Oakidge from CPS showed up at my friend’s house where we were staying. He needed to interview both boys separately as part of the official investigation.

He was gentle with them but very thorough in his questions.

He had my son go through everything that had happened with Lauren from the beginning. My son told him about the first time she came into his room at night. He described how she would wait until Conrad was asleep. He talked about the threats she made if he told anyone.

Derrick wrote everything down carefully and had my son sign each page. Then Derrick interviewed Tommy separately in another room. The little boy was scared, but he told Dererick about the times Lauren came to his room. He showed Derrick the bruises that were still healing on his legs. Derrick took photographs of every mark and documented their size and color.

Something feels really off about Lauren’s bathroom trip. 10 minutes is a long time to just sit there while police are coming. Her mom’s reaction about not again and therapy makes me wonder how many times this woman has done this before to other kids. He had a nurse practitioner come to do a full physical exam on both boys.

After the interviews, Dererick sat down with me to explain what would happen next. He was implementing a safety plan that would allow me supervised contact with both boys while the investigations continued. I would have to meet with them at the CPS office with a social worker present.

It felt humiliating to need supervision to see my own son, but I agreed immediately because their safety was all that mattered. Dererick explained that the criminal case against Lauren would move forward regardless of what happened with the investigation into me. He said the boy’s disclosures were credible and consistent with abuse.

The physical evidence on Tommy supported their statements, but he also warned me that Lauren’s defense attorney would probably try to use those fake messages to claim I was involved or at least negligent. Over the next few days, everything moved fast, but also painfully slow. Casey got the phone records from my carrier that proved I never sent those messages.

 The metadata showed they were created on Lauren’s phone using a third party app.

Casey also found that Lauren had searched for how to fake text messages for court and spoofing apps that look real on her laptop. The week before the wedding, the police detective called Casey to say they were no longer considering me a suspect, but I was still a key witness.

My phone rang while I was still in the parking lot and the screen showed a military number. Chandler Birgrove from JAG was on the line telling me my security clearance was now under review due to the ongoing investigation. He said my emergency leave was extended, but I was placed on administrative hold, which meant I couldn’t return to duty until this mess was cleared up.

I sat in my car feeling like my whole career was falling apart while my kids needed me most. Casey called right after and said she’d gotten copies of those fake screenshots Lauren had shown the police. She was looking at them on her computer and immediately noticed the font was wrong for my phone model.

The timestamp formatting didn’t match either, and some of the messages had different spacing than others. She’d already called in Cory Cedlan, who specialized in proving when digital evidence was fake. She was driving over to her office right now to examine everything properly. Meanwhile, Devon Pinehire from victim services called to say she’d arranged for Tommy to have a medical exam at the children’s hospital that afternoon.

I drove him there myself, but when we got to the exam room, they told me I had to wait in the hallway. Tommy looked so small walking in there with just the nurse and doctor. I paced that hallway for 3 hours checking my phone every few minutes and trying not to think about what they might find.

The nurse brought him juice boxes twice, and each time I caught a glimpse of him sitting on the exam table in a hospital gown. When they finally finished, Tommy came out holding a stuffed bear they’d given him and wouldn’t look me in the eyes. Devon walked out with a thick folder of documentation and told me they’d found evidence consistent with his disclosure.

My phone started buzzing with voicemails from Conrad, who was losing his mind about not being able to see Tommy. The safety plan required all visits to be supervised now, and he was screaming into my voicemail about how this was all my fault. First message, he blamed me for turning our son against Lauren. Second message, he blamed Lauren for being a predator.

Third message, he blamed our son for ruining his wedding. Fourth message, he was back to blaming me for not warning him about Lauren, even though I’d literally just found out myself. His parents were calling, too. But I deleted those without listening. Lauren posted bail that same day using her parents’ money, and within hours, her lawyer had filed a restraining order against me.

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