Chapter 11 - Crumbling Defenses
Trial preparation consumed my life for the next three weeks.
I reviewed every bank statement, every forged deed, and every text message they ever sent me.
My parents tried to file a counter-suit from jail, claiming I had coerced Nana.
The judge threw the counter-suit out in less than ten minutes, citing a total lack of evidence.
Nana's medical records proved she was of completely sound mind and body.
In fact, her doctor testified that her health had improved dramatically since moving in with me.
My mother began cracking under the pressure of maximum-security confinement.
She sent me a handwritten letter on cheap lined paper, begging for my forgiveness.
She wrote about how she always loved me and how my father made her do it.
It was a classic narcissistic manipulation tactic, entirely devoid of genuine remorse.
I took the letter straight to Marcus, who added it to the pile of prosecution evidence.
It was a written admission of guilt that completely undermined their united defense strategy.
My parents were now turning on each other to save their own skin.
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The alliance built on cruelty was crumbling under the weight of actual consequences.
I felt a dark thrill knowing they were destroying themselves from the inside out.
