Chapter 21 - MY SECOND BAD DECISION
I almost destroyed the trial.
Not legally.
Emotionally.
Three days before opening statements, a reporter contacted Dad.
The case had become local news because of the fire-pit allegation.
Dad declined.
I did not.
I told the reporter:
“My mother tried to throw my newborn into a fire because she wanted my sister to share motherhood.”
Naomi called within minutes.
“Lissette.”
I closed my eyes.
“I know.”
“Why are you speaking to press before testimony?”
“I’m tired of ‘accident’ being repeated.”
“The courtroom is where facts get tested.”
“I know.”
“Also, ‘into a fire’ is stronger than the video proves.”
“She released him above it.”
“Yes.”
“Dad caught him before.”
“Yes.”
“Then say what happened.”
Again.
Precision.
The article quoted me.
Defense moved to address publicity.
No mistrial because jury had not been seated and court implemented voir dire safeguards.
Still.
I created extra work.
The judge admonished both sides not to litigate publicly.
I stopped.
No more media.
I apologized to the prosecutor.
Not because I owed Theodora silence.
Because my anger risked complicating the process meant to establish truth.
Then Dad said:
“You’re my daughter.”
“Unfortunately.”
He smiled.
We both acted fast when scared.
May you like
Different forms.
Same family nerve.
