p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;" /p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"The Scammer/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""So I went over this document about Mr. Davis's case. I kept going over it then I noticed something off." I kept my ears open but my eyes glued to the photo on my desk. Glenn asked for my assistance in this case. I didn't go over it, but it seemed straightforward to me./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""And what was that? He's a 68-year-old veteran that broke his hip on a wet floor. It should be an easy win." I say. My son had all his toes and fingers. It took a while for me to see anything Dr. Rhee pointed them out but now I saw it. Looking at one image for a long time will do that./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Glenn pierced his lips. "But that isn't all there is to it. I went to Mr. Davis's house."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I peeled my eyes away from the picture of my son to look at Glenn. "You went to his house already?" I saw the excitement on his face when I gave him this case. It shouldn't be a surprise that he was an adamant man./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Of course I did. I didn't see the point in waiting." He handed a folder over to me. "Just look at those pictures. They're from the surveillance tape at the grocery store." I sat back after I took the folder from him. I gave him another look before examining all the images. The fall was captured and printed frame by frame. "Do you see what I mean?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I looked at the blurry images a little closer. Sure enough, there was something off. "The liquid on the floor wasn't there before he fell. But it seems to be there after." I tell him. "But one can argue that you can't see clear liquid with this quality footage. It looks like he slipped on water."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""That's what I thought, but I went to the man's house. Outside it looked worse for wear but I was able to get a glimpse inside and it was the complete opposite." There was nothing amiss about that. Many people prefer to let the exterior of their homes deteriorate while they sat in the living room watching the super bowl on a flat-screen TV./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Are you inferring that Mr. Davis is a fraud?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Glenn nodded looking relieved that I caught on. "Yes, I have reason to believe he's a scammer. I did some digging, aside from what he told me, I was able to find out why he was discharged from the military." I flipped through a few pages and sure enough, everything was laid out before me./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""He was considered a danger to himself and other military personnel. Mr. Davis was involuntarily discharged. You know militants are more likely to experience post-traumatic disorders, right."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I know, I know. But that's as far as I got. I even spoke to him off the record. There weren't any red flags, not even a dog or a strange addiction. I mean there has to be a reason for the video and I spoke to his therapist."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""His therapist? They're under obligation, they're not allowed to disclose any of their client's information."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I get that, but I still asked her a few questions. I read her facial expressions, body posture, and her lack of eye contact struck me as odd. There is absolutely nothing wrong with Mr. Davis's psyche." Closing the folder I placed it back on the desk. I believed him, it was a gut feeling but his evidence didn't back the claim. The two didn't connect to form something concrete./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You do realize your gutting your own client if you do this? The whole case is about proving he was wronged. What you're doing is building a case against the plaintiff in favor of the defendant."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""But Rick, he's scamming a company out of millions."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""There's no way he's actually going to get what he's suing for. A drastically smaller portion, yes but regardless if the fall was intentional or an accident you still need to win this, Glenn."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Glenn picked up the folder and shook his head. "This is what the law is about? I thought we represented those who needed it? Mr. Davis doesn't need it if this was intentional." His attitude reminds me of my own. Naïve and strong-willed./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You need to prove he's guilty. You might be onto something but there are way too many holes in this, Glenn. At the end of the day, you need to prove he was wronged." I repeated. "What you do after is up to you," I tell him. If he was anything like me, he would know exactly what to do./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Thanks for the advice, congratulations by the way." He says nodding to the picture on my desk. In return, I gave him a curt nod. He left and I was finally able to get through a few emails. About halfway through responding, spamming, and deleting. I came across a mail directed to my junk folder. I frowned; the name didn't spark any recognition. None. But something told me to open it. So I did just that./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"From: Jessie Anderson/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"To: Rick Grimes/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Topic: Legal Representation/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"My phone vibrated beside me and I gave the email a second glance before picking the device up./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Rick Grimes," I answered stiffly./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Rick, why must you always answer your phone that way." My shoulders sagged, my mother's voice invading my ears./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""This is my work phone, you have my personal number but you don't use it."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""All that technical stuff doesn't interest me. When are you coming home? I haven't seen you in a while." Leaning back in my seat I thought up an excuse I had for not visiting my mother./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm busy." I went with that. "But I'll make sure to visit you." There was a lot I had to tell her. I met someone and I was going to be a father. I'm sure my mother would be thrilled with the news./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You always say that. You don't call as much as you use to. Since you got married to that girl, what was her name again?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""It was Lori," I told her./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yes, Lori. Since you got married to her you haven't called, Rick. She's no good for you." I frowned./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""We're not together anymore, mother," I told her this every time she called. Every time we had the same conversation. Yet, her reaction was always the same./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"She gasped. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry to hear that. You'll find another woman that loves you in no time." Sighing, I looked through the open blinds in my office into the corridor. I noticed Shane peeking in at the end of the door./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm sure I will." There was silence over the line before I heard her voice again./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Rick, when are you coming home? I haven't seen you in a while. I hope you're doing well." Maybe this was the reason why. Sickness was eating my mother's memories as the days went by. It was unpredictable but I knew this was one of her 'bad' days."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'll be home soon, I promise. I'm just busy with work." The hinges on my door screeched as Shane stuck his head in. I looked at him and quickly tried to shorten this conversation with my mother./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You always say that. I wished you'd call like you used to-"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I know, I'm sorry." Shane strutted inside making his way to the vacant seat before me. "I'll call you tonight. I love you." He kicked up his feet./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Of course, of course. Love you too, son." She ended the call./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Your mother?" Shane guessed with a wide smug look plastered on his face./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You told me you wouldn't let Michonne on this case, Shane. I helped you and now you have the nerve to come to this office?" There was dirt stuck to the bottom of the shoe he had on my desk. "Put your fucking feet down," I demanded./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"He moved his feet. "Hold on now, Rick. This was her choice after all. This is good for her. Besides she knew what she was getting herself into." I soon learned that had a special kind of anger for anyone who toyed with my woman./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You knew. You know the consequences, you won't win this case, I hate to say that because she's on this but you won't win." I admitted./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Shane scratched the back of his head. "We have the file Negan gave us. Anything we need to know about those girls are on those files. Anything. Their families, schools, private lives.."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I shook my head. "That's still not enough and I think you know that." I could see his face fall. He knew. "How much?" I asked. He was only doing this for the money. It only had to be./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Quarter of a billion." I blinked. So that's how much it took to lose any sense of self-respect and decency./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Take her name off this case." Shane shook his head./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""It's too late for that, I told the press." Anger made the surface of my skin itch for some sort of retaliation. "Look I know you two have some sort of thing going on. But what does it matter Rick? You'll help her." He pressed his lips together. "And when you do then it's a guaranteed win for us."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Get out."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Rick, you know how this is going to end. Do whatever the hell you want with them after."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Get. Out."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Hell, look at what you did for Gregory. Rick, we need your hand in this." He continued./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Get the fuck out!" I shouted. Anger making my fist shake. Shane sucked his teeth, visibly frustrated but he left. Slamming my door behind him./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"So his plan all along was to get to me? From the very beginning, he knew they weren't going to win unless they had an ace. Greed blinded the man I once called a friend. I want nothing; I mean absolutely nothing to do with him. Despite that, it seemed I had no choice, for the sake of Michonne they had to win that case./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I found myself walking to the coffee machine. It was still bitter in my mouth. The taste. It was disgusting, but I chugged it down. I just wanted to see her. She was so focused on her work that she didn't even see me pass her office./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Staring at her calmed me down. Maybe it was just the serene look on her smooth dark face. The soft glow from her pregnancy held my eyes captive. Michonne kept me calm, balanced and there was nothing I wouldn't do for her./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I threw my cup away before heading back to my office. I still had work to do. Logging back into my computer I caught sight of the email I didn't finish reading. The pointer of my mouse went over the mail again before I clicked./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"From: Jessie Anderson/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"To: Rick Grimes/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Topic: Legal Representation/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Good day,/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Mr. Grimes, I'm not quite sure if you recall our meeting but we met a few days ago. It was at a bookstore in town. Our exchange was brief but you told me you worked for the law firm Berkley and Robinson's. After a lot of thought, I finally decided to contact you. I kept second-guessing but I believe picking you was the right choice./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Of course, I won't be able to fully explain my situation using this method. However, maybe we can meet? This may seem a bit sketchy and even odd since you never gave me a business card. I was able to find you through the companies directory, I did my research on you, you're good. Good enough to give me the justice I need. The justice my son needs. I won't allow myself to go another day, knowing what happened to me can happen to anyone else./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"…../p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I read through the mail again unsure of what to make of it. Ms. Anderson did leave her number attached. I was intrigued. I wanted to know her story and maybe I could help her and her child. Maybe I could do some good./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"The Scammer/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""So I went over this document about Mr. Davis's case. I kept going over it then I noticed something off." I kept my ears open but my eyes glued to the photo on my desk. Glenn asked for my assistance in this case. I didn't go over it, but it seemed straightforward to me./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""And what was that? He's a 68-year-old veteran that broke his hip on a wet floor. It should be an easy win." I say. My son had all his toes and fingers. It took a while for me to see anything Dr. Rhee pointed them out but now I saw it. Looking at one image for a long time will do that./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Glenn pierced his lips. "But that isn't all there is to it. I went to Mr. Davis's house."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I peeled my eyes away from the picture of my son to look at Glenn. "You went to his house already?" I saw the excitement on his face when I gave him this case. It shouldn't be a surprise that he was an adamant man./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Of course I did. I didn't see the point in waiting." He handed a folder over to me. "Just look at those pictures. They're from the surveillance tape at the grocery store." I sat back after I took the folder from him. I gave him another look before examining all the images. The fall was captured and printed frame by frame. "Do you see what I mean?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I looked at the blurry images a little closer. Sure enough, there was something off. "The liquid on the floor wasn't there before he fell. But it seems to be there after." I tell him. "But one can argue that you can't see clear liquid with this quality footage. It looks like he slipped on water."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""That's what I thought, but I went to the man's house. Outside it looked worse for wear but I was able to get a glimpse inside and it was the complete opposite." There was nothing amiss about that. Many people prefer to let the exterior of their homes deteriorate while they sat in the living room watching the super bowl on a flat-screen TV./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Are you inferring that Mr. Davis is a fraud?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Glenn nodded looking relieved that I caught on. "Yes, I have reason to believe he's a scammer. I did some digging, aside from what he told me, I was able to find out why he was discharged from the military." I flipped through a few pages and sure enough, everything was laid out before me./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""He was considered a danger to himself and other military personnel. Mr. Davis was involuntarily discharged. You know militants are more likely to experience post-traumatic disorders, right."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I know, I know. But that's as far as I got. I even spoke to him off the record. There weren't any red flags, not even a dog or a strange addiction. I mean there has to be a reason for the video and I spoke to his therapist."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""His therapist? They're under obligation, they're not allowed to disclose any of their client's information."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I get that, but I still asked her a few questions. I read her facial expressions, body posture, and her lack of eye contact struck me as odd. There is absolutely nothing wrong with Mr. Davis's psyche." Closing the folder I placed it back on the desk. I believed him, it was a gut feeling but his evidence didn't back the claim. The two didn't connect to form something concrete./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You do realize your gutting your own client if you do this? The whole case is about proving he was wronged. What you're doing is building a case against the plaintiff in favor of the defendant."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""But Rick, he's scamming a company out of millions."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""There's no way he's actually going to get what he's suing for. A drastically smaller portion, yes but regardless if the fall was intentional or an accident you still need to win this, Glenn."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Glenn picked up the folder and shook his head. "This is what the law is about? I thought we represented those who needed it? Mr. Davis doesn't need it if this was intentional." His attitude reminds me of my own. Naïve and strong-willed./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You need to prove he's guilty. You might be onto something but there are way too many holes in this, Glenn. At the end of the day, you need to prove he was wronged." I repeated. "What you do after is up to you," I tell him. If he was anything like me, he would know exactly what to do./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Thanks for the advice, congratulations by the way." He says nodding to the picture on my desk. In return, I gave him a curt nod. He left and I was finally able to get through a few emails. About halfway through responding, spamming, and deleting. I came across a mail directed to my junk folder. I frowned; the name didn't spark any recognition. None. But something told me to open it. So I did just that./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"From: Jessie Anderson/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"To: Rick Grimes/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Topic: Legal Representation/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"My phone vibrated beside me and I gave the email a second glance before picking the device up./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Rick Grimes," I answered stiffly./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Rick, why must you always answer your phone that way." My shoulders sagged, my mother's voice invading my ears./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""This is my work phone, you have my personal number but you don't use it."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""All that technical stuff doesn't interest me. When are you coming home? I haven't seen you in a while." Leaning back in my seat I thought up an excuse I had for not visiting my mother./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm busy." I went with that. "But I'll make sure to visit you." There was a lot I had to tell her. I met someone and I was going to be a father. I'm sure my mother would be thrilled with the news./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You always say that. You don't call as much as you use to. Since you got married to that girl, what was her name again?"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""It was Lori," I told her./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Yes, Lori. Since you got married to her you haven't called, Rick. She's no good for you." I frowned./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""We're not together anymore, mother," I told her this every time she called. Every time we had the same conversation. Yet, her reaction was always the same./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"She gasped. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry to hear that. You'll find another woman that loves you in no time." Sighing, I looked through the open blinds in my office into the corridor. I noticed Shane peeking in at the end of the door./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'm sure I will." There was silence over the line before I heard her voice again./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Rick, when are you coming home? I haven't seen you in a while. I hope you're doing well." Maybe this was the reason why. Sickness was eating my mother's memories as the days went by. It was unpredictable but I knew this was one of her 'bad' days."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I'll be home soon, I promise. I'm just busy with work." The hinges on my door screeched as Shane stuck his head in. I looked at him and quickly tried to shorten this conversation with my mother./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You always say that. I wished you'd call like you used to-"/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""I know, I'm sorry." Shane strutted inside making his way to the vacant seat before me. "I'll call you tonight. I love you." He kicked up his feet./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Of course, of course. Love you too, son." She ended the call./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Your mother?" Shane guessed with a wide smug look plastered on his face./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You told me you wouldn't let Michonne on this case, Shane. I helped you and now you have the nerve to come to this office?" There was dirt stuck to the bottom of the shoe he had on my desk. "Put your fucking feet down," I demanded./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"He moved his feet. "Hold on now, Rick. This was her choice after all. This is good for her. Besides she knew what she was getting herself into." I soon learned that had a special kind of anger for anyone who toyed with my woman./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""You knew. You know the consequences, you won't win this case, I hate to say that because she's on this but you won't win." I admitted./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Shane scratched the back of his head. "We have the file Negan gave us. Anything we need to know about those girls are on those files. Anything. Their families, schools, private lives.."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I shook my head. "That's still not enough and I think you know that." I could see his face fall. He knew. "How much?" I asked. He was only doing this for the money. It only had to be./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Quarter of a billion." I blinked. So that's how much it took to lose any sense of self-respect and decency./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Take her name off this case." Shane shook his head./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""It's too late for that, I told the press." Anger made the surface of my skin itch for some sort of retaliation. "Look I know you two have some sort of thing going on. But what does it matter Rick? You'll help her." He pressed his lips together. "And when you do then it's a guaranteed win for us."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Get out."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Rick, you know how this is going to end. Do whatever the hell you want with them after."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Get. Out."/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Hell, look at what you did for Gregory. Rick, we need your hand in this." He continued./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;""Get the fuck out!" I shouted. Anger making my fist shake. Shane sucked his teeth, visibly frustrated but he left. Slamming my door behind him./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"So his plan all along was to get to me? From the very beginning, he knew they weren't going to win unless they had an ace. Greed blinded the man I once called a friend. I want nothing; I mean absolutely nothing to do with him. Despite that, it seemed I had no choice, for the sake of Michonne they had to win that case./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I found myself walking to the coffee machine. It was still bitter in my mouth. The taste. It was disgusting, but I chugged it down. I just wanted to see her. She was so focused on her work that she didn't even see me pass her office./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Staring at her calmed me down. Maybe it was just the serene look on her smooth dark face. The soft glow from her pregnancy held my eyes captive. Michonne kept me calm, balanced and there was nothing I wouldn't do for her./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I threw my cup away before heading back to my office. I still had work to do. Logging back into my computer I caught sight of the email I didn't finish reading. The pointer of my mouse went over the mail again before I clicked./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"From: Jessie Anderson/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"To: Rick Grimes/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Topic: Legal Representation/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Good day,/p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Mr. Grimes, I'm not quite sure if you recall our meeting but we met a few days ago. It was at a bookstore in town. Our exchange was brief but you told me you worked for the law firm Berkley and Robinson's. After a lot of thought, I finally decided to contact you. I kept second-guessing but I believe picking you was the right choice./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"Of course, I won't be able to fully explain my situation using this method. However, maybe we can meet? This may seem a bit sketchy and even odd since you never gave me a business card. I was able to find you through the companies directory, I did my research on you, you're good. Good enough to give me the justice I need. The justice my son needs. I won't allow myself to go another day, knowing what happened to me can happen to anyone else./p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"…../p
p style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;"I read through the mail again unsure of what to make of it. Ms. Anderson did leave her number attached. I was intrigued. I wanted to know her story and maybe I could help her and her child. Maybe I could do some good./p