“Three days before Brian’s deadline to leave the house,” Dad said, “he called me. I didn’t answer. So he left a voicemail.”
My mouth went dry.
Pruitt shot to his feet again.
“Objection, Your Honor. We have not been provided with any such recording. This is completely improper. We have no way of—”
The judge listened. Then she held up her hand again.
“Mr. Harmon, you may describe the circumstances of the call. Counsel will address how, or whether, the recording itself can be considered.”
Dad nodded.
Ezoic
“The voicemail is forty-seven seconds long,” he said. “Brian wanted me to convince Nicole to stop fighting him over the remaining settlement. He said she’d listen to me. He said she always listened to me.”
Ezoic
I turned and looked at my father.
“You never told me,” I whispered.
He looked down at me for the first time.
“I was going to.”
