My mother suddenly stood.
“Your Honor, she manipulated my mother!”
The judge looked unimpressed.
“Do you have evidence?”
“She was always around her!”
“Yes,” the judge replied. “That generally happens when people visit their relatives.”
Laughter rippled through the gallery.
My mother’s face reddened.
My father stood next.
“She turned our own mother against us.”
The judge leaned back.
“Mr. Bennett, according to these records, your mother spent over eight hundred days in assisted care.”
“Yes?”
“You visited seventeen times.”
My father froze.
The judge turned another page.
