Evelyn nodded. “If Cassidy had been declared mentally incompetent, any future denial from her would have been dismissed as delusion.”
I looked at my parents.
They finally looked afraid.
Not ashamed.
Afraid.
That difference mattered.
Brittany shot to her feet. “Jamal told us we were getting the condo. He said he fixed the numbers. He never said anything about stealing from clients.”
The words landed like stones.
They promised it to us.
He fixed the numbers.
No lawyer could unsay that.
No mother’s tears could soften it.
No father’s outrage could bury it.
Judge Whitman stared at Brittany. “Thank you, Mrs. Price. That will be noted by the court reporter.”
Brittany realized what she had done.
She sat down hard.
Jamal whispered, “Brittany, shut up.”
The judge slammed the gavel. “Mr. Price, you will not address anyone in this courtroom unless I instruct you to.”
Then he looked at the bailiff.
