His fear turned back into anger.
“You want revenge because Dad left everything complicated. You never trusted me.”
“No.”
He stared at me.
“I stopped trusting you when you gave me reasons not to.”
Judge Bennett returned.
After everyone sat, he turned to Gregory.
“Mr. Walsh, were you aware of these recordings?”
“No, Your Honor.”
“Were you aware that injuries represented to this court as accidental falls allegedly resulted from physical confrontations involving your client and his wife?”
Gregory looked directly at Michael.
“No.”
Michael protested.
“He knew there were family disagreements.”
“Michael.”
Gregory said his name sharply.
Michael stopped.
I opened my final folder.
“This is where the guardianship petition stops being the worst part.”
Rachel closed her eyes.
Michael did not.
Apparently, she knew something he didn’t.
I handed the clerk a transaction report.
“For forty years, Henry and I kept our primary accounts at Atlantic Commonwealth Bank. After Henry died, Michael offered to help organize my paperwork.”
