It didn’t.
And being successful wouldn’t have entitled me to Nana’s money.
But my parents had made my supposed incompetence part of their case.
I intended to establish what they actually knew about my life.
More importantly, what they had never bothered to learn.
I filed my response and organized the supporting exhibits so the court could consider the records through the proper process.
I knew probate litigation wasn’t identical to the work I did in military law.
I reviewed the applicable procedures carefully and kept the disputed issues focused.
I wasn’t going to win by trying to sound impressive.
I was going to make them prove what they’d alleged.
The night before the hearing, I spread the three folders across my dining table.
One for my identity.
One for Nana’s decisions.
One for my parents’ statements.
I reviewed everything one final time.
