I read it twice, then I closed my laptop and thought of Rosie’s hand squeezing mine.
***
The probate courtroom felt smaller than I had imagined. Tim sat across the aisle in a pressed suit, his lawyer whispering in his ear.
When Tim took the stand, his voice trembled with practiced grief.
“He preyed on my mother. He saw a sick woman, and he took advantage of her.”
“She didn’t look like my mother anymore.”
My attorney stood slowly and handed a folder to the judge.
“Your Honor, these are bank
