Page 54 of Playing for Keeps

"And they'll have far less credibility than someone who's been working with you regularly." She smiles reassuringly. "The courts typically favor the testimony of treating professionals over that of hired experts."

A tendril of hope uncurls within me. "Tim—Gunnar's uncle—says the same thing."

"Your support network is strong, Emerson, and that's another point in your favor. Individuals who need conservatorships typically lack support systems. You have Gunnar, his family, your colleagues at Scale Up, and even your students."

I hadn't thought of it that way. "So, you don't think they'll succeed?"

"Cases like this require substantial evidence of incapacity. Based on everything you've shared, you're functioning exceptionally well." She glances at her watch. "We're almost out of time, but I want you to take something with you today."

She writes on her prescription pad and hands it to me. I read the words:Emerson Saltzer demonstrates sound judgment and complete capacity to make her own decisions.

"My official assessment. Keep it with you until we need it formally."

I fold the paper carefully. "Thank you."

"One more thing." Zara smiles. "Next time you feel the urge to run, remember that standing your ground is the strongest move you can make right now."

As I step into the elevator, my phone buzzes with a text from Gunnar:

Practice done. Want to get lunch before meeting with Tim?

I answer immediately:

Yes please. I have news from Zara.

His response warms me:

Proud of you, Salty. See you at Mel's in 20. Love you.

I press the phone to my chest, drawing strength from his words. Running isn't the answer. Fighting is.

I arrive at our favorite diner before Gunnar and claim our usual booth in the back corner. The owner, Mel, slides a chocolate shake in front of me without asking.

"You look like you could use this today, honey."

I smile gratefully. "That obvious, huh?"

"Nothing, a little sugar can't help." She pats my hand. "Your man just pulled up."

Gunnar enters shortly after, his hair still damp from his post-practice shower. Despite everything, my heart still flutters at the sight of him. He slides into the seat opposite me, immediately reaching for my hands across the table.

"How was Zara?"

"Surprisingly helpful." I pull out the note she gave me. "She's willing to testify about my mental competence."

He reads it, his face brightening. "This is huge, Salty."

"She says it'll carry more weight than any ‘expert’ my father brings in."

"Tim will be thrilled. He's assembling our entire strategy right now." Gunnar squeezes my hands. "We meet with the full legal team at three. Mom asked me to reassure you that she’s worked in family law her whole career and knows influential people high up."

Mel brings Gunnar's usual burger and sets my fries down without interrupting our conversation. I take a small bite, surprised to feel my appetite returning.

"What did Brian say about the publicity angle?" I ask.

"He's drafting a statement denouncing your parents' actions as retaliatory for the symphony investigation." Gunnar dips a fry in ketchup. "Says we'll have public opinion solidly on our side."

"But what about your endorsements? The hospital?"

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