During Family Breakfast, My Sister Hurled a Hot Frying Pan at My Daughter
Marcus picked a white document up off our counsel table and walked to the center podium.
“Mrs.
Miller, I’m showing you Plaintiff’s Exhibit Four, a draft settlement release letter,” Marcus said.
Vanessa glanced at the white paper on the wooden rail and tucked a dark strand of hair behind her ear.
“My mother’s civil lawyer drew that up,” Vanessa whispered.
“This document was delivered to my client’s rental house on June twentieth, asking her to sign away every legal claim,” Marcus said.
“We wanted the family dispute settled quietly,” Vanessa said.