I Walked Into Court Beside My Mom. My Dad Smirked — Until I Addressed the Judge as Her Attorney

one reacted. It was as though the courtroom itself required a moment to process what it was seeing—a young woman in a sensible gray suit standing where they’d expected either no one at all or perhaps some overworked public defender pulling double duty.

I stated my full name clearly, my voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

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