The Judge Walked Past His Own Family To Speak To Me

Good for them.

Mason stepped away from the head table and came toward us. Toward me.

When he reached my chair, he put a hand on my shoulder. Same way he used to when he was fifteen and trying to act taller than he was.

“You knew they’d respect her,” he said to our father. “You thought they’d respect her more than me.”

There it was.

Bare and ugly.

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