Three Days Before the Casket Was Delivered, My Son Asked Me to Sign a Document

“Mrs. Miller. Take your seat.”

“I gave her less than he wrote down on his pad.

That’s why she woke up early.

That’s the only thing I did wrong.”

Judge Raymond put down his pen.

“Do you understand that you’re under oath, ma’am?”

Victoria looked at the judge, then at her husband, and pushed both hands harder against her waist.

“Your Honor, I need to request a recess,” Byers said.