When he finished, Claire stood up.
“Your Honor,” she said, “deliberately damaging property before surrendering possession is not evidence of hardship.”
She paused.
“It’s a choice.”
She pointed to the photographs, one after another. The holes. The faucets. The repair estimates, which added up to more than what Brian claimed he couldn’t afford. Then she returned to the circumstances surrounding my father’s voicemail. She can have it exactly the way I decided to leave it.
“Mr. Lawson isn’t asking this court for help because he’s struggling,” Claire said. “He’s asking this court to help him finish what he started in that house.”
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Pruitt was on his feet again before Claire had even sat down.
“With all due respect, Your Honor, nobody has conclusively proved my client caused this damage. There’s no video. There are no witnesses. There’s a voicemail that hasn’t been admitted and a father who, understandably, wants to help his daughter.”
