They underestimate one woman too completely.
That morning, Daniel and Vanessa had laughed when I entered the courtroom.
They believed the bruises on my body were their evidence.
They believed my age was their advantage.
They believed the judge would take my home, my accounts and my independence and place everything neatly into their hands.
They were wrong.
The bruises were evidence.
Just not against me.
And the old woman who walked into court carrying nothing but a cane and a navy coat?
She had never come there to defend herself.
She had come to finish the investigation.
The End
