The Judge Walked Past His Own Family To Speak To Me

hem was easier to study than my father’s face.

Then Judge Bellamy asked a question so plain it cut right through everything.

“William, why was her photograph hidden in your study?”

My head jerked up.

My father stared at him. “What?”

“You heard me.”

The judge’s voice wasn’t loud. He didn’t need loud.

William Carter did a terrible job pretending surprise. “I continue reading …