That evening, my phone rang. Nora was furious.
“You’re threatening my son now?”
“It’s not a threat,” I said evenly. “It’s a warning. I have a recording of your son admitting he flooded our house because you told him to.”
“Then you’ll have no problem proving that in court,” I replied.
She didn’t pay.
So I filed the next morning.
When the court date came, Nora and Rick showed up looking furious and tight-lipped, dragging Tommy along.
We submitted the evidence. Then came the recording.
The defense tried to spin it as a child’s exaggeration.
But the judge wasn’t buying it.
