Without my car, I can’t get her to her doctor appointments.
I can’t get to work.
I’ve been taking the bus for two weeks now and it takes me 3 hours each way.
” His voice cracked a little bit and I saw him grip the edge of the bench.
He said, “I’m not asking for anything extra.
I just want things to be made right.
” I looked at Vanessa and asked her if she had insurance.
She said yes.
I asked her if she’d filed a claim or contacted Harold to offer to pay for the damages.
She said no.
I asked her why not, and she said because I didn’t think I was responsible.
I still don’t.
Her attorney put his hand on her arm like he was trying to stop her from talking, but she pulled away from him.
She said, “Judge, do you know who my father is?” And there it was, the moment I’d been waiting for.
The moment when someone thinks their last name is going to save them.
I leaned forward and said, “Miss Caldwell, I don’t care who your father is.
In this courtroom, everyone is equal.
You’re here to answer for your actions, not to tell me about your connections.
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