Brandon Whitcomb Asked for a Divorce Before the Sun Came Up, but One Bank Document Turned Everything Around
“Why there?”
Brooke looked at the judge instead of at Arthur.
“Because my mother has a key to my apartment.”
Patricia’s attorney cross-examined her for ten minutes and got nothing except the same answers in shorter sentences.
“You copied private documents,” he said.
“I copied pages that already had my mother’s handwriting all over them.”
“You did it to hurt your own family.”
Brooke tucked her hair behind her ear.