Warnings.

That day, back in the Anderson's.

Reese walks around the gateway with a man dressed corporately a black suit and tie and carrying a small leather bag. "This is what she did to my gate!" He explains, the pain in his voice. "She just drove her car right through my gate and didn't stop. This is sure isn't it?"

The mysterious man turns around. "Of course. This is extreme damage to property. We can sue for a lot of things and even her to pay damages for everything. She's such an ungrateful daughter."

Reese snickers. "She's much worse than that. If I should start to recount everything she has done to my wife, my daughter and I, you'll probably cry for us or even take this case for free."

"Wow. She must hate you a lot."

"We do as well, it's probably mutual if ours is not more than hers."

"I see. Do you have any form of proof that she did this?"

"Aren't people more than enough?"

"Well, if they are regular people, they are but if they are your family, it'll be hard to prove their true testimon