“And your relationship to Cassidy?”
“She is my sister-in-law,” Jamal said, looking at me with rehearsed sympathy. “We love her. That is why this is so painful.”
Painful.
Six months earlier, he had stood in my hallway and called me selfish because I would not sign over my home to his wife.
Now he loved me.
“What did your review of Cassidy’s finances reveal?” Caldwell asked.
Jamal sighed.
It was impressive, really. The timing. The posture. The lowered voice.
“A catastrophe,” he said. “Cassidy is maintaining a lifestyle she cannot afford. Luxury condo. High-end vehicle. Credit lines. Personal loans. Margin loans. She has leveraged everything.”
Judge Whitman’s eyes sharpened. “Margin loans?”
“Yes, Your Honor,” Jamal said smoothly. “She appears to have borrowed against investment accounts she did not understand. The debt is now spiraling. In my professional opinion, she cannot manage her affairs.”
Mr. Caldwell passed documents to the bailiff, who delivered them to the judge.
