The courtroom had made me feel like a criminal before the judge asked a simple question. My sister Rosalind’s lawyer held up a contract signed by me, claiming I had agreed to transfer 58 Cedar Hollow Road to her. He described me as emotional, stubborn, and obsessed with keeping the family home. I laughed, because there was a detail nobody in that room seemed prepared for.The judge looked over the papers, then at me. “Is this your only property?”“No,” I said.He paused. “How many properties do you own?”I told him the number.
Eleven The room went quiet. Rosalind stopped looking confident. Her husband Roderick stared at the table, and I understood that the question had not been about my wealth. It was about why anyone would need to forge a document for one house when I owned ten others. Click continue reading below for Part2
