My son and daughter-in-law laughed when I entered court, certain they’d leave me with nothing—until the judge recognized my name and everything changed

paranoia. Judges like patterns.”

Curtis was on his feet instantly.

“That recording is privileged!”

“You were advising fraud,” I said. “Privilege does not protect that.”

Judge Mercer’s expression hardened.

Daniel turned to his attorney.

Curtis looked toward the courtroom exit.

I then submitted the deed they had copied.

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