He Mocked Me For Not Affording A Lawyer — Then The Door Opened

was silent. I kept my eyes forward, my hands folded on the table, but I could feel tears threatening at the edges of my vision. This was the first time in months anyone had articulated what I’d been trying to tell myself—that what I’d done mattered, that it had value, that I wasn’t crazy for believing I deserved recognition for the work I’d actually continue reading …