He leaned closer.
“I will not become the kind of man David accused the system of being.”
I became quiet.
“He threatened you with connections.”
Dad continued.
“He told you his profession made him untouchable.”
“Yes.”
“Then the answer cannot be for your father to use a more powerful title to punish him personally.”
That hurt.
Because part of me wanted exactly that.
I wanted Dad to make one call.
I wanted doors to slam shut.
I wanted David to understand what it felt like to be powerless.
But Dad was right.
“So what happens?”
“The same thing that should happen if your father were a plumber.”
I almost smiled.
“Dad.”
“You give a truthful statement.”
He squeezed my hand.
“Medical professionals document what they observed.”
“Witnesses give their accounts.”
“Police investigate.”
“Prosecutors make independent decisions.”
“And any professional-conduct issue goes through the proper disciplinary process.”
I looked at him.
