The Judge Walked Past His Own Family To Speak To Me

supposed to.”

I didn’t move right away.

Not because I didn’t want to. Because sometimes the body gets stubborn when the heart has already decided.

Margaret Bellamy squeezed my hand once and let go.

“Go on,” she said.

So I did.

I walked the length of the ballroom with half the city of Richmond staring at me, and for once I didn’t feel like the spectacle. continue reading …