Casey exchanged messages in an on-line chat with Jesse Grund in January 2007. “I can hit my friend Annie for some Xanax. We’d be a good time.” Annie later admitted to having these pills from an old prescription, but insisted that she’d never given any of them to Casey.
“Yeah, well that’s an understatement . . . then again, we never needed medication to be a good time,” Jesse responded.
“Again, very true. How’s the fam?”
“Alive and well. My mom actually recommended me seeing you.”
“Really? Whoa. What brought this on?” Casey asked.
“Yeah, well . . . I hadn’t heard you talk, except in my dreams, for months. So . . . I called mom and we talked, and she said I should see you.”
“Odd that we’ve been in the same place, as far as dreams and such goes. I passed the Progressive office on University last week, and at random, noticed your car, parked by the street,” Casey confessed.
“Yeah, I have been in your neighborhood for calls and driven by your house,” Jesse said, still smitten—a state Casey was more than willing to foster.
Rick Cuza had been concerned about his father’s health since he’d visited his parents in the summer of 2006. At the time, Alex seemed out of it—as if he were sleepwalking through life. A subsequent ultrasound examination found no blockage in his carotid arteries—indication that he might have suffered from a stroke, for instance. Still, Rick worried.
In January of 2007, Rick and his new wife Robin set sail from Port Canaveral on a four-day cruise. At the end of the excursion, they planned to pay a surprise visit to Rick’s parents.
Rick’s cell phone rang on the last day of the cruise. He was amazed and delighted to got a signal that far from shore. His mood quickly turned dark when he answered and realized his sister Cindy was the bearer of bad news. Their dad had had a stroke and his condition was serious. After disembarking from the ship the next day, Robin and Rick headed straight to the hospital and met Cindy there. Since Cindy was a registered nurse, Rick questioned her about the ultrasound results and learned that they weren’t always reliable. The dye tests conducted after his stroke showed considerable blockage, Cindy explained.
They placed Alex in a nursing home just a short walk from his house. At first, he couldn’t talk at all. Gradually, his speech returned, but he remained difficult to understand. At times, he chose to write out what he wanted to say, rather than struggle with oral communication.
Shirley visited her husband twice a day—for breakfast and dinner. Initially, she walked between her house and the nursing home, but she soon abandoned that habit. Although it was Alex’s stroke, the traumatic experience and its aftermath had aged Shirley, too. She lost weight and became frail. Robbed of her vitality, she had to make the short trip in her car.
Cindy, Casey and Caylee visited the nursing home often, at first. After a few months, Casey didn’t bother, allowing months to pass between visits to her grandparents.
January was a tough month for Cindy. Casey dropped another load of stress on her mother’s back, with her claim that she was pregnant again, this time with Brandon Snow’s child. Casey shared the news with her brother Lee, who told their mother. Cindy hit the roof, probably imagining that much of the care of this second child would fall on her shoulders, as it did with Caylee.
Casey solved that problem by claiming that she’d had a miscarriage on Valentine’s Day. Annie, among other friends, doubted that she’d ever been pregnant. Annie noticed that whenever Casey was able to go out without her daughter, Cindy called frequently, wanting to know when she would come home to take care of Caylee. Most of the time, Cindy was angry, yelling at Casey. Annie suspected the pregnancy scare was somehow part of it, but thought there was a lot more to the conflict than she knew.
In March, Casey dated Christopher Stutz, a young man she’d met a few months after Caylee’s birth. They’d been friends for a little more than a year, since meeting on the football field, where Casey sat on the sidelines watching the men play. Casey decided to take their relationship “up a notch.” They often went to the movies, and at midnight, Casey would get a text from her mother: “You need to come home.” Casey would leave Christopher and head to Hopespring Drive.
Their romantic entanglement didn’t work well because of distance, though. Christopher was in college at Florida State in Tallahassee. So they went back to being friends.
After their dating ended, she told him that a manager from Universal had come by Sports Authority and said they wanted her to come back to work at the theme park again. She claimed she’d gotten a job in event planning, but said that it was only temporary, that what she really wanted to do was become a personal trainer, and she was working out a lot to further that goal.
She and Christopher continued to hang out together when he was home from college—Putt-Putt golf was a favorite activity. When Christopher suggested going to a bar, Casey insisted that she did not want to go out drinking because she didn’t want to leave her kid with her mom and dad that long.
The first quarter of the year, Casey seemed troubled. She showed up at Annie’s job for lunch, saying she needed to talk. “I need to get away. I feel like I’m having a breakdown.”
Casey would not tell Annie why she felt this way, but she added, “I want to go to an institution. Caylee can stay with my mom. I need help.”
Later that day, a concerned Annie called Casey, who reassured her that all was well. “I talked to my mom and everything is okay.”
Annie was perplexed. Casey’s problems sounded too deep and too serious to be alleviated by a simple conversation.
Michelle Murphy, a long-time Anthony family friend, got the next crisis call from Casey in March. “I’m feeling crazy and need someone to talk to,” Casey said.
Again, Casey did not explain why she felt that way, but she did talk about her miscarriage, and her disappointment in losing the baby she was supposed to have borne in October and the loss of her imagined life with Brandon. She also expressed fears about her inadequacy as a parent. “I don’t feel like a very good mother to Caylee.”
When Michelle called back later that day to check up on her friend, Casey blew her off and said everything was fine. It made Michelle suspect that Casey had fabricated the story of her distress simply to get sympathy.
Were these genuine cries for help? Or a way for Casey to garner attention?
Michelle moved in with Casey’s brother Lee in May 2007. She saw a lot more of both Casey and Caylee in the six months she roomed with him. She listened when Casey talked about being an event planner with Universal, but thought it was odd, since Casey didn’t have the required education. Lee’s girlfriend, Mallory Parker, on the other hand, was currently going to school in order to get that kind of job.
Michelle, however, never confronted Casey about this discrepancy.
Michelle worried a bit that Caylee suffered from extreme separation anxiety: The little girl’s distress was over-the-top when Casey put her down or stepped out of her sight.
In June 2007, Rico Morales met Casey at a birthday party Amy threw for her roommate Lauren Gibbs. At the time, Casey was seeing Steve Jones, though she told her mother that she was dating Jeff Hopkins.
Cindy wanted to meet Casey’s boyfriend and his son Zack. She invited Casey to bring them to the house for a cookout. Cindy bought the food and made preparations for the occasion. At the last minute, Casey said that Jeff couldn’t come, because Zack was sick.
A couple of weeks later, Jeff and Zack were supposed to stop by for dessert. Once again, no Jeff—Casey said he’d had to go to work. After a couple more repeat no-show performances, Casey announced that Jeff had moved to the Carolinas to live near his mother.
If Jeff had known about the stories Casey told her mother, he would have been quite surprised. Jeff didn’t have any children. And he certainly had no recollection of ever dating Casey. Their relationship as he knew it was wafer-thin.
When Jeff was in sixth grade, he’d played volleyball with eighth-grader Lee Anthony. The next year, when Casey started at Liberty Middle School, they’d exchanged “hellos” when their paths crossed, but nothing more.
In high school, they’d traveled with different circles of friends. He did remember the big smile she always donned when they passed in the hallway—but that was it. After high school, they’d had a few accidental encounters, but not one of them was memorable.
Caylee turned two years old on August 9, 2007, and that was cause for celebration on Hopespring Drive. Casey’s grandmother, Shirley Cuza, came down to spend the weekend and attend her great-granddaughter’s birthday party. Casey slipped into the guest bedroom a couple of hours before the festivities began and reached into her grandmother’s purse, removing a check from the back of the book. She went to Publix, and picked up a birthday cake and decorations for the Mexican-themed event, writing a $54 check on her grandmother’s account.
A number of Casey’s friends had been invited to the party. Among those in attendance was Brandon, who was still dating Casey and had not yet been apprised that she was telling friends that she’d miscarried his baby in February. Both Michelle and Annie were there, too.
Casey told Annie that her mother was “a horrible person,” who was trying to control her life and take Caylee away from her. “She wants Caylee to call her ‘Mom’ instead of ‘Grandmom,’ ” she claimed.
As Cindy sat behind Caylee, helping her open presents, Casey pulled Annie aside and said, “Oh my God, this is supposed to be Caylee’s day. I’m her mom. She’s not her mom. She’s trying to play mom, or be mom.” To Annie, it was obvious that Casey was jealous of the relationship Cindy had with Caylee.
Michelle noticed that tension, too. To her, it seemed as if Cindy and Casey were competing over the girl. Michelle thought Cindy was “overbearing” and “trying to run the show.”
Casey told Michelle that she was afraid of disappointing her mother, and was worried that Cindy would find out about the “bad things” she’d done.
“What bad things?” Michelle asked.
“I was pregnant with Brandon’s baby and had a miscarriage. And I planned to throw a party here in the house that my mom doesn’t know about.” She didn’t mention that day’s theft from her own grandmother.
And Shirley didn’t notice a check was missing until days later, when she balanced her statement. She’d paid the utilities bill in Mount Dora right before traveling down to Orlando, and thought she might have accidentally pulled two checks out and sent in both the actual one and a blank one. She went to the utility office, but they didn’t have the missing check.
Shirley stopped next at the police station. She showed her statement to an officer, who found the cancelled check in question. It had a license number on its back. He ran it on the computer. “Do you know anybody in Orlando?”
“Yes,” Shirley said.
“Do you know a Casey Anthony?”
“That’s my granddaughter,” she gasped. She expressed confusion over the theft. “I would have gladly given her some money if she asked.” It was difficult for Shirley to accept that her granddaughter had stolen money from her. Her thoughts drifted back a few years to the time she’d wondered if a missing bottle of nail polish had slipped into Casey’s pocket. She wondered no longer—she was sure of it.
Shirley confronted her daughter and granddaughter with the ugly news. Casey said she was sorry. Shirley accepted her apology, but added, “Don’t let it happen again.”
Later that month, on the day that Annie graduated from the University of Central Florida, Casey dropped by her place for a visit. Cindy called and demanded that Casey come home immediately. Casey said that her mother was upset because she hadn’t registered at Valencia Community College. Annie learned the real reason later: Cindy had found a credit card statement with exorbitant charges run up on her bill by Casey.
It may have been Cindy’s bill, but it was the last straw for Annie—she was tired of all of Casey’s lies.
It was still Caylee’s birthday month when Casey told Melina that her daughter’s father Josh had died in an automobile accident. She had told her parents about the car crash the year before, but in that version, Caylee’s deceased father was named Eric.
Melina thought they didn’t need a man in their lives; Casey and Caylee were simply adorable together. Sometimes they called her and sang duets on the phone. She occasionally joined them on outings to Target and Chick-fil-A, their favorite. Melina never heard Casey raise her voice to Caylee, even when the little girl got fussy, and she never saw her hit her daughter or mistreat her in any way. Melina didn’t have children of her own yet, but she hoped that when she did, she would have a mother–daughter bond just like the one Casey had with Caylee.
Caylee had her own bedroom, filled with stuffed animals, in her grandparents’ house on Hopespring Drive, where she lived with her mother. Scattered around the room were lots of caps, hats and sunglasses—Caylee loved to wear her headgear and specs. She also was crazy about music. She had two little keyboards, but what really got her excited were drums. She loved to pound on them, and was surprisingly good at keeping a steady beat. Her grandparents were trying to decide if they should get her a drum set for her 3rd birthday or if they should wait until she turned 4.
Caylee developed a cute habit that tickled her grandparents: Every night before she went to bed, even if it was rainy or cold, Caylee always wanted to step outside and see the moon and the stars before she went to sleep.
She’d formed affectionate relationships with many people in her orbit. She adored her “Unca E” and “Mau-Wee”—her mother’s brother Lee and his girlfriend Mallory Parker. In the backyard, she loved to swim in the above-ground pool. The adults made sure the ladder was never left beside the pool—they didn’t want her climbing up unsupervised and falling into the water.
Another big attraction behind the house was a white plastic play house with her own little phone and kitchen set. Jesse Grund said that whenever he’d played in the backyard with Caylee, in October and November 2007, she’d run straight to the play house. Her grandparents and Casey played with her a lot there, too.
Jesse and Casey resumed dating in November. It didn’t last long.