“Don’t Come—Your Sister’s Boyfriend Is a Judge,” My Dad Texted—Monday Morning, He Learned Who Really Was

contract dispute. Both parties and counsel are in the courtroom.”

“Thank you, Michael. I’ll be right there.”

I gathered my files, took a breath, and walked down the hallway to my courtroom.

The courtroom was smaller than some—one of the ceremonial rooms used for conferences and motion hearings rather than full trials. Wood paneling, the seal of the United continue reading …