The Judge Walked Past His Own Family To Speak To Me

probably. She knew when to back off a witness.

Still, the damage was done.

Or maybe the truth was.

My father stood up too quickly and bumped the edge of the table. Water tipped into a bread plate.

“You don’t understand,” he said, voice rough. “I was trying to protect Mason.”

“From what?” Hannah asked.

Nobody answered.

So she did.

“From me?”

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