William Edwards Leaves His Screaming Son on a Friday Afternoon in Hartford
Bradley looked at Marsha, then stood up, his hand hovering over his folder.
“It is a standard enrollment deposit for an educational facility, Your Honor,” Bradley said.
Karen clicked her pen again.
“We would like to call Sue Melton to the stand,” she said.
Sue did not hesitate. She marched to the wooden witness box, her black low-heeled shoes clicking against the linoleum, her jaw set in a hard, straight line.
After she was sworn in, Karen stood five feet away from her, holding a black leather binder.
“Mrs. Melton, you served as a military nurse for twenty years, is that correct?” Karen asked.
“Twenty-two years,” Sue said, her voice booming through the small courtroom. “With distinction.”
“And after your military service, you worked at the Pine Valley Youth Home in New York, correct?”
“I did,” Sue said.
“Why did you leave that position in March of 2018?” Karen asked, leaning forward.
Sue’s hands tightened on the edge of the wooden box.
“It was time for me to retire,” Sue said.
Karen opened the black binder and pulled out a document with a state seal at the top.
