“I’d like to read it.”
Brian’s lawyer stood.
“Objection. Hearsay. The author is deceased—”
“Which is the exception, counsel,” Judge Harlan said. “Sit down. Read it, Ms. Shaw.”
Anita read.
“Brian.”
“I saw Nicole at Rachel’s desk on the fourteenth. I know you told me I was confused. I was not confused. I had been in that office for twenty minutes waiting for you to drive me to my appointment and I watched her log in at Rachel’s computer and I watched her look at the door twice.”
“You told me to stay out of it.”
“I am d*ing, Brian. I don’t have time to stay out of things.”
“Rachel sat with me every day. You came on Sundays. If something happens to her because of what I saw and didn’t say, I will not forgive you, and I will not forgive myself, and one of those will last longer than the other.”
