“No questions at this time.”
A murmur moved through the room. My mother looked offended that I did not fight back.
Judge Halloway frowned.
“Ms. Vance, are you sure? That testimony is damaging.”
“I’m sure, Your Honor.”
Then my father took the stand.
“My mother was senile,” he said. “Elena took advantage of her. Elena has always been the black sheep. Odd. Antisocial. She couldn’t keep a job anywhere, much less manage an estate.”
“And did you visit your mother often?” Sterling asked.
“As often as possible,” my father lied. “But Elena blocked us. She changed the locks.”
I wrote one note on my pad.
Perjury Count One: locks changed by nursing home, not me.
“Your witness,” Sterling said.
