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While Brent’s attorney kept trying to discredit each one, he couldn’t really succeed with Phil’s colleagues, especially Sergeant Green, who was both composed and forceful on the stand. He immediately impressed me, and I had only just seen him.
Finally, I heard them call for my name and with shaky legs and a full heart I walked up to the stand, took my oath and sat down. I could see both Brent and Phil clear as day. They were sitting right in front of me, on opposite ends of the courtroom and I could their eyes watching me carefully. Brent still looked angry and Phil just looked…sad? I wasn’t quite sure anymore.
“What is your name?” Phil’s lawyer asked me.
“Megan Jacobs,” I replied.
“Can you explain your relationship to my client, please?”
“I am… I was his girlfriend,” I stammered. “And, I am also Brent’s sister.”
“You are Brent Jacob’s sister?” he asked, pointing to Brent.
“Yes.”
“And, you live with your brother currently?”
“I do.” I nodded.
“You gave the police important evidence pertaining to this case, didn’t you?”
“I did.”
“Which was what?”
“I found drugs in his closet,” I said.
“What led you to suspect that your brother was involved in drugs?”
“He was erratic, unpredictable, and he spoke about starting a business of his own, though he never gave me details about any of it. He was always at home, strange men would stop by the apartment and ask for him, and his closet door was always locked.”
“Did you ever suspect that Phil was doing drugs?”
“No.”
“And yet you believed he was guilty when he was arrested?”
Suddenly, the courtroom melted away, and all I could see was Phil. I tuned everyone else out and I decided to focus on him. So I looked towards him as I spoke.
“I didn’t listen to my instincts and I didn’t trust what I knew about Phil. He is a good man. He’s turned his life around and he would never jeopardize that by doing or dealing drugs. I chose to believe my brother over Phil because I thought blood was thicker than water. But I realize now that Brent may be my brother, but Phil is my true family.”
The whole time I looked at him and spoke, Phil never met my eye. I looked for a change in his expression but there was none. I realized how deeply I had hurt him, and I was also starting to realize that there would be no going back on this. He might never forgive me, and I would just have to live with that.
“So, it was a matter of choosing between your boyfriend and your brother.”
“I suppose,” I said softly. “And, I chose wrong.”
I sat there silently, while Phil’s lawyer sat down, and Brent’s lawyer approached me. “How long have you known Phil Roberts for?”
“For seven months,” I replied.
“And did you spent a lot of time together?”
“As much time as we could… We spoke almost every day on the phone.”
“And how often did you meet?”
“Sometimes as much as three times a week, but when he was busy, it would be only once a week.”
