Aryyah sat in Rebecca Morrison's office, four months pregnant and exhausted from sleepless nights spent worrying about Jackson's constant legal pressure and Cletus's unspoken fears; Rebecca had spread out the latest batch of letters from Jackson's attorney across her desk, each one more desperate than the last, each one demanding information, involvement, acknowledgment.

"He's sent eight letters in two weeks," Rebecca said. "At some point, this crosses from exercising his rights into ...