Letters On The Table
When we entered the living room, Jacob looked up with clear irritation and asked what was happening now. I didn’t respond verbally at first. Instead, I placed the tote on the coffee table and spread the letters across it, lining them up so he couldn’t ignore them. I told him they were all addressed to me, and Roger stepped forward into view. Jacob immediately demanded to know where I got them. I pointed out our home address stamped on every envelope, year after year. When he tried to dismiss them as junk, I slid the court folder beside the letters and told him he was already involved.
Letters On The Table
Denial And Fury
Jacob’s composure cracked instantly as he accused us of fabricating everything, pointing aggressively at the papers and calling Roger a liar. His anger escalated when he recognized Roger, and he lunged toward the letters, trying to grab them. Greg stepped in without hesitation, blocking his hand and warning him not to touch anything. Jacob’s voice sharpened as he accused me of dragging strangers into his house over meaningless mail.
Denial And Fury
