But even as I said it, I knew I didn’t have a miracle.
The next morning, I wore the only suit that didn’t press against my scar.
Nick arrived with Daniel, polished and confident. They didn’t acknowledge me.
Inside the courtroom, I felt small.
Daniel spoke with precision. “My client has been the primary financial provider. Rachel has demonstrated erratic behavior, vindictiveness, and instability following major surgery.”
Of course I was emotional. I had lost a kidney and a marriage in the same week.
Every time I tried to speak, Daniel objected.
“Speculation.”
“Emotional conjecture.”
“Irrelevant.”
The judge nodded.
Without representation, I barely had the power to finish a sentence.
Then Chloe’s voice broke through the tension.
“Your Honor? May I say something?”
Every head turned. My heart dropped.
She stood beside my sister, small but steady.
“Can I show you something that my mom doesn’t know about? Please?”
The judge studied her carefully. “Young lady, you understand you’re under oath? That whatever you show or say must be the truth?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied, her voice trembling but firm.
“All right. Bring it here.”