date of her admission aloud.
It was the same date as Daniel’s letter, which claimed Mom had met him at his office at eight that evening.
“At eight,” I said, “she was receiving oxygen in the emergency department. I was with her.”
Marcus stared at Daniel.
The lender’s representative requested a copy of the hospital record through counsel.
Daniel’s lawyer pushed his chair away from the table.
Daniel turned toward me.
“You’re destroying everything we built.”
“You put my name on a lie,” I said. “Then you sent my sick
