In Brett’s letter, he told me he took the images on his phone the day before our last gig. He also said he found it funny at first, which is why he took the photographs, but as he sobered up, he felt bad for me. It was also difficult because he’d already made the decision to leave the band and wasn’t in a good head space. He was drinking too much and we weren’t getting on, so he decided to walk away and pretend it didn’t happen. Things changed when he saw Chelsea’s interview. He knew he had to get the photos to me as soon aspossible. I appreciated that. He’d helped me out more than he could ever know.
“If you’re in any doubt who the gentleman in the picture is, you’ll find he’s quite the public figure. This is Dylan Jennings, who toured with Mr Graham at the time this photograph was taken. We have witnesses who are willing to give evidence regarding an intimate relationship between the two.”
Chelsea stands in protest. “This is such a pile of bullshit.”
“Please, Ms Graham,” her solicitor barks. “Sit down. I’ll handle this.”
Chelsea does as she’s told while Morrison clears his throat and brings his attention back to me and Alex. “These photographs could easily have been tampered with.”
“Indeed, they could, Mr Morrison, but we’ve had an expert look them over and confirm their authenticity.”
Morrison glances at Chelsea, giving her the evil eye and a huff of annoyance. Her face is a fucking picture of shame as she squirms in her chair.
“We feel a full public apology to Mrs Knox, and my client, is a small price to pay rather than the alternative,” Alex explains.
“And what is the alternative, exactly?” Morrison asks.
“We will sue for defamation of character on behalf of both parties.”
He sighs heavily. “I’ll consult with my client privately on this matter. Now, if that’s all—” They’re about to get up from their seats when Alex adds, “There are just two additional amendments.”
They sit back down. “Which are?” Morrison asks, glaring at Chelsea.
“Once Mrs Graham has issued the formal apology, she should have no future dealings with the press regarding Mr Graham and any personal relationships he’s involved in.”
“That’s not happening.” Chelsea snorts.
All three of us glare her way.
“If you choose to break this agreement, then you will be expected to re-pay Mr Graham all money and assets from the previous settlement,” Alex says.
“You’re bribing me now?”
“It’s not bribery. It’s a condition.”
She rolls her eyes towards my solicitor and shakes her head.
“You said there were two amendments?” Morrison asks in a calmer tone. Maybe he’s seeing the real Chelsea for the first time.
“Yes. My client has requested full custody of his son, Ozzie Graham,” Alex responds.
“You’ve already agreed to joint custody in the original offer.”
“As I said, this is an amendment, and also a deal breaker. We have evidence that Mrs Graham is guilty of adultery while leaving her son in the care of his nanny.”
“So, the boy wasn’t neglected,” Morrison says.
“No. But Mrs Graham disappeared occasionally for several nights at a time without informing the nanny of her whereabouts. Can I further add that while Mr Graham has been staying in Braebeach, Mrs Graham has shown little interest regarding contact with her son.”
“Because you won’t let me see him,” she spits.
“I tried to contact you, Chelsea, but you ignored me. You can’t just turn up out of the blue and expect Oz to be available. It doesn’t work that way.”
“It’s better if you mediate between me and Mr Morrison, Mr Graham.” Alex throws me a look of caution, and I know I’ve got to back off.
I clear my throat. “I’m sorry.”
“Of course, my client is eager for his son not to lose contact with his mother,” Alex continues. “But either Mr Graham or his nanny, Connie West, would supervise the visits initially.”
