in silence.
Outside the courtroom, my father caught my arm and pulled me into a corner. His grip was tighter than a good man should have.
“You think you’re clever,” he hissed. “You think you can embarrass me.”
“You did that yourself,” I said.
He leaned in so close I could smell his aftershave. “You wouldn’t even have a patent if it weren’t for me,” he continue reading …
