Chapter 12
Victor took a plea deal.
Of course he did.
Men like Victor loved schemes until prison got personal.
He testified against Linda and Dr. Pierce.
He admitted altering the will.
Forging signatures.
Moving money.
Paying Dr. Pierce for false reports.
The prosecutor asked, “Did Linda know Emily’s father had changed his will to protect Emily?”
“Yes.”
“Did she help hide the sealed letter?”
“Yes.”
“Did she know Dr. Pierce prescribed medication to Thomas Carter?”
Victor swallowed.
“Yes.”
“Did she know it was dangerous?”
Linda’s lawyer objected.
The judge allowed the answer.
Victor looked at Linda.
“She said old men with weak hearts should not meddle.”
My body went cold.
Megan made a sound beside me.
Linda remained still.
Not innocent still.
Dead-eyed still.
The medical charge could not become murder.
The law needed proof beyond cruelty and timing.
But Dr. Pierce faced manslaughter charges.
Linda faced conspiracy tied to reckless endangerment and estate exploitation.
I wanted more.
I wanted my father back.
Neither was possible.
So I chose what was.
Truth.
On the last day, the prosecutor read my father’s letter aloud.
If anyone says I forgot, know this: I loved you clearly until the end.
May you like
The jury heard him.
At last, somebody did.
