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

in, he looked smaller than I remembered. Older. His confidence had drained away, replaced by something that looked almost like fear.

“Alex,” he started.

“It’s Judge Martinez in this courthouse,” I said, not unkindly but firmly. “We need to maintain proper boundaries given that I’m presiding over your case.”

He nodded, still looking shell-shocked. “I don’t… continue reading …