“I explained publicly available policy proposals at Thanksgiving after Mr. Mercer asked me fourteen times. I also told him not to use that conversation commercially.”
Then the prosecutor played the recording.
My father’s voice boomed through the room: Evelyn can’t testify against family.
Dad closed his eyes.
Claire rushed toward me during the recess.
“You destroyed everything,” she hissed. “My wedding, Dad’s company, Blake’s future.”
“Blake stole from people.”
“He was going to pay it back.”
“With what?”
“You knew they were using my name.”