The Judge Walked Past His Own Family To Speak To Me

at me, then past me toward the parking lot.

“I was wrong.”

I waited.

He rubbed his thumb against the side of his forefinger the way he always did when numbers weren’t adding up.

“I spent so many years telling Mason not to live in your shadow that I started acting like the only way to help him was to dim you down.”

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