the way she’d smoothed the collar.
“You look like a real lawyer,” she joked weakly as I buttoned it.
“I’m just here to tell the truth,” I said.
Inside the courtroom, the air felt heavy.
My parents and Paula sat on one side with their lawyer, a man in a gray suit, his briefcase neatly propped beside him. My father avoided my eyes. My mother kept her head continue reading …
