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.”
Sterling turned pale. He looked at my father with horror.
“My mother testified I have no income,” I continued. “My tax returns are in that folder. I make a comfortable living. I had no financial motive to coerce my grandmother. My parents, however…”
I walked back to my table and picked up a piece of paper I hadn’t submitted yet.
“I petition the court to allow me to cross-examine the plaintiff, Robert Vance, now that his credibility has been impeached.”
Judge Halloway nodded, a hint of a smile on her lips. “Permission granted. Mr. Vance, take the stand.”
My father walked to the witness stand like a man walking to the gallows. He wouldn’t look at me. He looked at his lawyer, but Sterling was busy rifling through his messy briefcase, looking for an exit strategy.
“Mr. Vance,” I said, standing in the middle of the room. I didn’t need notes. “You testified earlier that you wanted to overturn this will to ‘protect the family legacy.’ Is that correct?”
“Yes,” he mumbled. “It’s the principle.”
“Is it also the principle that you are currently two point one million dollars in debt to various casinos in Atlantic City?”
“Objection!” Sterling yelled weakly. “Relevance?”
“It goes to motive, Your Honor,” I said without looking away from my father. “The plaintiffs claim I needed the money. I am establishing that they are the ones in financial desperation.”
“Overruled,” the Judge said. “Answer the question, Mr. Vance.”
My father sweated. “I… I have some debts. Everyone has debts.”
“Do you have a second mortgage on your home that is currently in default?” I asked.
“I… maybe.”
“And did Nana Rose know about this debt?”
“I don’t know.”
“She did,” I said. “Because I told her. After she received a call from a collection agency looking for you.”
I took a step closer. “Nana Rose didn’t leave the money to me because I tricked her, Dad. She left it to me to protect it from you. She knew if you got your hands on the estate, it would be gone in a month at the blackjack tables.”
My father looked at the jury box—which was empty, as this was a bench trial—then at the Judge. He crumpled.
“We needed the money,” he whispered. “We’re going to lose the house.”
“So you decided to frame your daughter for fraud,” I said. “You decided to drag my name through the mud, call me a loser, a drifter, a thief… all to cover your own mistakes.”
I turned to the Judge. “I have no further questions.”
Judge Halloway didn’t hesitate.
“The Plaintiff’s case is entirely without merit,” she ruled. “The testimony provided by Robert and Linda Vance is deemed unreliable and perjurious. The will of Rose Vance stands valid.”
She banged the gavel.
“Furthermore,” Halloway continued, glaring at Sterling. “I am dismissing this case with prejudice. And, Mr. Sterling, I am ordering your clients to pay all legal costs incurred by the estate. And I am referring the transcript of this trial to the District Attorney’s office to investigate charges of perjury and attempted fraud.”
My mother let out a shriek. “Arrest? You can’t! Elena, stop them!”
She ran over to me as I was packing my single folder into my bag. She grabbed my arm.
“Elena! You can’t let them do this! We’re your family! We’re your parents!”
I looked at her hand on my arm. I remembered all the times that hand had pushed me away. I remembered the funeral. I remembered the lies she told on the stand ten minutes ago.
I removed her hand gently but firmly.
“I’m an officer of the court, Mother,” I said coldly. “I cannot ignore a crime just because I’m related to the criminal. You swore an oath to tell the truth. You broke it.”
“But we’ll lose everything!” she sobbed.
“You lost everything the day you decided money was more important than your daughter,” I said.
I turned to my father, who was still sitting in the witness box, head in his hands.
“You said I didn’t deserve a cent,” I said to him. “You were right. Nobody ‘deserves’ an inheritance. But Nana Rose gave it to me because she trusted me. And today, I proved she was right.”
I walked toward the exit.
“You’re cold!” my father called out, his voice cracking. “You have ice in your veins!”
I stopped at the heavy wooden doors and looked back.
“No, Dad,” I said. “That’s just the discipline you never bothered to notice.”
