Chapter 6 - The Trial of the Century
A year after the graduation incident, I was subpoenaed to testify at the federal courthouse.
My parents had pleaded not guilty, living in a delusional state where they believed they could convince a jury that they were entitled to take out loans in my name because they had "raised me."
When I walked into the courtroom, wearing a sharp, tailored navy suit, my parents looked like ghosts of their former selves. My father had aged ten years, his hair thinning and gray. My mother looked frail and hollow.
Julian was sitting at the prosecution's table, refusing to make eye contact with anyone.
I took the stand. The defense attorney tried to rattle me, tried to paint me as an ungrateful, vindictive daughter.
“Isn't it true, Lily, that your parents provided a roof over your head for eighteen years?” the lawyer pressed.
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“Yes,” I answered calmly. “And the day I turned eighteen, they stole my identity to fund my brother's failed lifestyle. A roof does not give you the right to commit federal fraud.”
The jury didn't even deliberate for a full day.
