"Your aunt filed for review."
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***
At the hearing, Denise wore navy and spoke softly.
"Your Honor, I worry about the children. Rowan loves them, but love cannot repair a leaking roof or feed hungry children."
I placed Mom's photo on the table.
"My mother worried too. That's why she left this. She knew her sister would try to take what belonged to us. That's what she's been waiting for. To contest their estate."
Denise's face shifted.
The judge leaned forward. "Explain."
"My mother worried too."
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"This was taken the day my parents refused Denise's paperwork," I said. "It was the same paperwork that gave her control over the house and money."
"That isn't what happened," Denise snapped.
Mrs. Dalrymple stood behind me. "It is exactly what happened."
Denise spun toward her. "You don't know anything."
Mrs. Dalrymple opened the folder. "I know your sister gave me copies because she was afraid of you."
The room went silent.
I handed the judge the emails.
