the back of the chair.
Judge Raskin’s voice hardened. “Did you forget witnessing the document, Mr. Whitaker, or did you submit a false affidavit to this court?”
Dad looked at me then.
Finally.
I don’t know what he expected to see. Anger, maybe. Begging. The same kid who used to wait at the garage door with crooked shoes.
I just looked back.
His mouth opened.continue reading …
