Because those photographs weren’t the only evidence I had brought.
I pulled a small black recorder from the inside pocket of my coat.
Daniel’s face changed.
Not much.
Just enough.
His chin tightened.
Vanessa stopped breathing for half a second.
My son and daughter-in-law laughed when I walked into the courtroom. “Ha-ha, now we’re going to leave her with nothing,” Daniel whispered, certain the bruises they had put on my body would convince the judge I was confused, unstable, and hurting myself, but they had forgotten one important thing about me.
