the time of execution.”
“That is correct.”
Judge Morrison nodded.
“Proceed, Ms. Parker.”
I felt my heart pounding.
Not because I was winning.
Because we were finally talking about Nana as a person rather than a convenient collection of weaknesses.
The next witness was Mr. Bennett.
He had been identified in my filings, and the relevant documents from his office had been made available through the appropriate process.
When he took the stand, he looked exactly as he had the day he told me about the inheritance.
Composed.
Professional.
A little tired.
I asked him to describe his relationship with Nana.
He explained that he’d handled her estate planning for years.
He confirmed that she’d contacted his office regarding her will.
I asked whether I had directed him to prepare the document.
“No.”
“Did I attend the meeting in which she explained her wishes?”
“No.”
“Was I present when you discussed the distribution of her estate?”
