The Judge Walked Past His Own Family To Speak To Me

that.

He walked to the center of the room and picked up his champagne glass. Not to tap it. Just to hold it so people would look at him.

“I think we’re changing the seating chart,” he said.

A few strained laughs. Then none.

He turned to Hannah. “If that’s okay with you.”

She came to stand beside him. “It is.”

Mason looked at the servers. “Can we bring another continue reading …