My Daughter Came Home Shaking With A Wrapped Box — And My Parents’ Sec…

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But first, I called Derek.

My brother walked to the front of the courtroom.

He did not look at our mother.

He looked at the judge.

Diane made a small sound, a gasp that she tried to swallow.

Her attorney put a hand on her arm.

Derek stated his name, his relationship to me, his relationship to the respondent.

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