to claim he was coerced.
Then he tried to claim he barely remembered.
Then, when Marisol presented the timeline of financial records, he stopped talking completely.
The judge didn’t look impressed.
Linda sat stiff, face pale, hands clenched in her lap.
When the judge asked her direct questions, Linda’s answers were careful—too careful. Like someone reciting a script.
But the paper trail didn’t care about scripts.
And the flash drive video—my father’s video—became the kind of testimony you can’t easily dismiss.
It wasn’t emotional. It wasn’t dramatic.
It was a
