“Do you have a second mortgage in default?”
“I… maybe.”
“And did Nana Rose know about these debts?”
“I don’t know.”
“She did,” I said. “Because I told her after a collection agency called her looking for you.”
I stepped closer.
“She didn’t leave the estate to me because I tricked her. She left it to me because she wanted it protected from you. She knew if you received it, it would disappear at a casino table.”
My father looked around the courtroom, then finally lowered his head.
“We needed the money,” he whispered. “We’re going to lose the house.”
“So you decided to accuse your daughter of fraud,” I said. “You called me a liar, a thief, a failure, just to hide your own mistakes.”
I turned to the judge.
