Chapter 11
Court began on a Monday.
Victoria wore gray and tried to look fragile.
Raymond wore navy and tried to look respectable.
Neither succeeded.
The prosecutor opened with the suit.
My suit.
They displayed photographs of the cut sleeve, the ruined collar, the scraps I had gathered from the floor.
Then they played the hallway audio.
Victoria’s voice filled the courtroom.
On Monday, I’ll convince him to mortgage the house and workshop.
Then Sabrina laughing about machine oil.
I watched jurors react.
Some looked angry.
Some sad.
One older man looked down at his hands.
Maybe he knew what it meant to build a life with calluses.
Carl Denton testified first.
He described the forged loan.
The bribe.
The pressure.
He admitted he knew I had not signed.
Then Logan testified.
Victoria’s lawyer objected to almost everything.
The judge overruled most.
Logan said, “I married Sabrina believing her family was honest.”
The prosecutor asked, “Would you have married her had you known she and her mother planned to defraud Mr. Mercer?”
“No.”
Sabrina sat in the back.
She cried silently.
Then I testified.
I described meeting Victoria.
Raymond’s abandonment.
Raising Sabrina.
Paying for school.
Paying for the wedding.
Making the suit.
The defense attorney asked, “Mr. Mercer, you were angry because your stepdaughter chose her biological father.”
I looked at him.
“No. I was angry because they used biology to excuse theft.”
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The room went still.
Then I added, “Love does not become fake because someone else shares blood.”
