After a drunk driver took my husband and both of my children, I stood trembling in the hospital parking lot and called my parents, barely able to keep the phone in my hand. My father listened in silence, then said, “It’s Jessica’s birthday today. We can’t come.”

table.

Jessica and James sat beside them.

Their lawyer sat across from David Chen.

I sat at the end with my hands folded quietly in my lap.

Chen placed a sealed envelope on the table.

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