“You did well,” she said.
I laughed once.
“Do witnesses usually feel like throwing up after doing well?”
“All the honest ones.”
I sat at the small table.
My hands were steady now.
That always happened to me.
During crisis, steady.
Afterward, human.
Rachel placed a paper cup of water in front of me.
“Renner will try to suggest bias again. But your testimony held.”
“Did my parents sign those loan guarantees knowingly?”
Rachel did not answer immediately.
That was answer enough.
I looked up.
“Rachel.”
She sat across from me.
“They claim Grant told them the documents were routine. They claim they believed you had voluntarily stepped away from family assets.”
“Did they read anything?”
“Yes.”
“And my name was on it.”
“Yes.”
“They signed anyway.”
She did not soften it.
“Yes.”
I looked at the wall.
For years, I thought my parents had been deceived.
That was the kindest version.
The one that let me sleep.
Grant lied.
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