Sterling stood up, stammering. “I… Your Honor… my clients told me… I had no idea…”
“You are suing a decorated military prosecutor for undue influence?” the Judge asked, gesturing to the file. “A woman who writes wills for soldiers deploying to combat zones? A woman who understands the definition of ‘sound mind’ better than anyone in this room?”
“We… we didn’t know,” my mother whispered, clutching her pearls. “She never told us.”
“Because you were too busy telling me I was worthless to ask,” I cut in.
I turned to Mr. Sterling. “Counselor,” I said calmly. “You just allowed your clients to commit perjury on the stand. My father testified that I ‘changed the locks’ on the house. In that folder, you will find an affidavit from the nursing home director stating they changed the locks because my father tried to enter the facility drunk and aggressive two years ago.”
