closed it.
The judge nodded.
“That is what I thought.”
More silence.
The kind that arrives when reality finally catches up with a bad argument.
Then the judge reached for his ruling.
My mother looked terrified.
For the first time all day, she seemed to understand what was happening.
This was never really about money.
It was about consequences.
The judge spoke calmly.
“The court finds no evidence of undue influence, coercion, fraud, incompetence, or improper conduct.”
He glanced toward me.
“The decedent’s wishes were clear.”
My attorney smiled.
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