Chapter 14 - The Price of Loyalty

Sylvia’s case moved faster than anyone expected.

The video made denial difficult.

Her attorney negotiated.

She would not admit the dramatic version she had described publicly.

But she accepted responsibility for unlawful physical contact that caused injury and endangered a pregnant woman.

The court imposed restrictions.

Mandatory counseling.

Probationary conditions.

No contact with me.

No contact with my child unless a future court specifically authorized it.

Sylvia cried during sentencing.

I watched remotely.

I felt no satisfaction.

Only distance.

She told the judge she had lost her son’s marriage.

That sentence told me she still did not understand.

She had not lost David’s marriage.

David had destroyed it.

She had simply helped him.

David’s professional problems were worse.

The bar investigation expanded.

His former firm turned over internal records.

One attorney admitted David frequently boasted about social relationships with officials to pressure clients and opponents.

Some of those relationships existed.

Others were exaggerated.

The distinction barely mattered.

David had built his professional image using the suggestion that rules behaved differently around him.

Now every suggestion was being examined.

Michael resigned from the firm.

I called him.

“You didn’t have to leave.”

“I know.”

“Then why?”

There was a pause.

“Because I sat at that table.”

I closed my eyes.

“You spoke up.”

“Eventually.”

His voice became quiet.

“But when Sylvia told you to eat standing up, I looked at my wine.”

I remembered.

“I was ashamed.”

Michael continued.

“Not of David.”

“Of myself.”

That honesty stayed with me.

“You helped when it mattered most.”

“I wish I had helped sooner.”

“So do I.”

Neither of us pretended otherwise.

Sometimes doing the right thing did not erase the moment you had failed to do it.

It simply determined what kind of person you became afterward.

Before ending the call, Michael told me something else.

“David contacted me again.”

My body stiffened.

“What did he want?”

“He wanted me to say your father pressured me.”

“Did he?”

“No.”

Michael paused.

“I sent the message to investigators.”

David had now attempted to reshape a witness twice.

Even his attorney could not make that disappear.

That evening, Rebecca called.

“The bar has scheduled an emergency disciplinary hearing.”

I looked toward the nursery my father and I had begun painting.

“When?”

“Next month.”

I ran one hand across my stomach.

“And the divorce?”

“We’re close.”

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