Exactly the way he decided to leave it.
The holes.
The running water.
The mirror.
Suddenly, none of it looked impulsive. None of it looked like a man who got angry on moving day and lost his temper. It looked planned. Deliberate. Like a list he’d made and checked off, one by one.
Hole by the fireplace. Check.
Hole in the hallway. Check.
Hole in the guest room. The room where we’d tried for a baby. Check.
Every faucet in the house. Check.
Ezoic
The mirror. Check.
Ezoic
“I saved the voicemail,” Dad said.
Then he sat down.
The attorneys started arguing immediately. Pruitt said it was hearsay, it was ambush, it was improper. Claire said it went directly to the question of intent and to the credibility of the hardship claim. They went back and forth for several minutes, using words I didn’t understand.
The judge listened to all of it with her hands folded.
