After we hung up, I spent the whole evening going through my old files. Cases I’d won. Strategies I’d used. The methodical preparation that had made me one of the most feared trial attorneys in Boston before I walked away.
Patricia thought she was dealing with a helpless widow.
Soon she would find out she was facing Dorothy Mitchell. The woman who’d voluntarily put down her briefcase to raise her daughter, only to have that same daughter try to destroy her.
I pulled a fresh yellow legal pad from the drawer and uncapped a pen.
The process of building a defense came back to me like riding a bicycle. My hand moved across the page faster than I could think.
Patricia’s entire case rested on one assumption. That I was mentally incompetent.
But competency isn’t about age. It isn’t about being confused by Netflix or getting lost in a construction detour. It’s about whether you understand the nature and consequences of your own decisions.
And I understood exactly what I was doing.
Then I found it. Morrison’s mistake.
He had painted me as a victim of manipulation, claiming unknown parties had influenced me to forge Robert’s will. But he’d never named a single one of these mysterious manipulators. Not one.
And Robert’s will had been witnessed by three people and notarized. Harold Greene had already had the signatures verified by a forensic document examiner when Patricia first started making noise. The report was sitting in the estate file.
So where was this alleged forgery?
I smiled and underlined the word twice on my legal pad.
Morrison was fishing. He was hoping I’d panic and settle. He was counting on me being overwhelmed by legal procedures and frightened into handing over half the estate just to make the nightmare stop.
I wrote one more line at the bottom of the page.
He has no medical evidence.
In Massachusetts, you can’t put someone under conservatorship on a hunch. A petition like that needs a medical certificate, signed by a doctor who has actually examined the person. I had pulled the court file the week before. Patricia’s petition had been filed without one. Morrison had asked the court for permission to get an evaluation later, claiming I’d refused to cooperate.
I had never been asked.
The morning of our first hearing, I dressed carefully.
Not in a tailored suit. Not in my good pearls. I put on my old navy blue dress, the one with the little white buttons. I put on my sensible black shoes with the rubber soles. I took my old brown handbag, the one with the cracked strap I’d repaired with a safety pin.
Let them see exactly what they expected to see.
Patricia and Michael arrived at the courthouse looking confident and well-rested. Morrison had obviously told them this would be a simple hearing. A formality. A quick stop on the way to a competency evaluation and a signed conservatorship order.
And that’s how I came to be sitting alone at the defendant’s table, listening to my daughter snicker, while Judge Margaret Walsh stopped mid-step and looked at me like she’d seen a ghost.
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