All of us sit down in the front row of the courtroom after fighting to get past the press in the front of the building. I am pretty proud of the fact that we managed to successfully dodgeball questions about the baby and the rumored affair and the proof that goes along with it.

The judge brings the room to order and they begin. Tyler squeezes my hand as my father makes his way up to the stand to give his statement.

My father's lawyer is the first to question him. "Mr. Kash, do you know these women?" He holds up an image.

My dad holds his eyes and nods. "One is my ex-wife and one is my fiancé." He sure is enjoying playing the victim up there. It's too bad he's not the dead one. The two innocent women in that picture are the victims.

"And how did each of these women die?" He asks my father. The courtroom is even quieter than before.

"Objection."

"Overruled. Mr. Kash, answer the question."

My father clears his throat and leans forward into the microphone. "My ex-wife drove her car off a bridge."

I shake my head. Unbelievable. How is he still sticking to this story even with all of the evidence proving that it didn't happen like that?

"And the other woman? Your fiancé?" His lawyer asks.

"Jumped out a window." My father states.

"No further questions your honor." My father's lawyer smirks and makes eye contact with me as he takes his seat back at his table.

The lawyer against my father stands, straightens out his suit, and approaches the stand.

"Mr. Kash, you say your wife drove her car of a bridge, let's say for a second that your story is true. How did she get all of those bruises around her neck and defensive wounds on her body?" He asks, putting my father on the spot immediately.

"My guess is that she got cut up on the way down. It's a pretty big drop from the top of that bridge." My father replies quickly, sticking to his story.

Our lawyer paces the floor before asking his next question. "Okay. And let's say that your fiancé also killed herself. How do you explain the bruises and wounds on her? And your skin and blood under her fingernails?"

My father tugs at the collar of his shirt. I sit up in my seat, eager for him to be caught in a web of his own lies. Here it is. Here is comes.

He hangs his head and cries into the microphone. "I had to do it."

"Had to do what Mr. Kash? Kill your fiancé?"

"Objection, speculation." The opposing lawyer calls out to the judge.

"Overruled."

"She was mad at me. The flowers, they weren't the way she wanted them. She freaked out and attacked me." My father tells a story. "We fought and wrecked the whole room. Before I knew it, I was faced with an option: throw her out the window or die."

"So tell me if I'm wrong Mr. Kash, you, just a few minutes ago, claimed your fiancé jumped out a window. You seemed pretty certain of that, no?" My father nods in agreement. "And just now, when I asked you, you changed your whole story to that of self defense?" Our lawyer scoffs at the idea.

"That's correct."

"So you are asking the jury to believe that a woman who stood five foot two to your six foot one, and weighed less than half of you, was going to kill you if you didn't shove her out that window?" Our lawyer asks my father.

My father leans forward into the microphone. "That is exactly what I am saying."

Authors note: do you guys find the court chapters boring?