Every entry carried a timestamp verified through military encryption protocols that couldn’t be fabricated outside a secure government facility.
Each was cross-referenced with deployment orders confirming my exact location at the time of every communication.
I turned toward Judge Okafor and spoke in the same measured tone I used when presenting evidence as a prosecutor.
No raised voice.
No theatrics.
I explained that the logs proved I had maintained consistent contact with Gran even while deployed in hostile combat zones on the other side of the world.
Every call was logged.
Every encrypted text archived.
Every welfare check I routed through military channels documented and countersigned by a communications officer.
The records stretched back four years.
Four years of verifiable contact forming an uninterrupted chain of evidence.
They demolished the claim that I had isolated Gran.
In fact, they showed the opposite.
I was the family member who consistently called.
