David
My office was a battlefield of documents, emails, and endless phone calls. I worked with the precision of a machine, compartmentalizing everything else in my life—Laura, the babies, even Michael’s looming parole.
The law had always been my refuge, a place where I could control outcomes and bury feelings I didn’t want to face. This case with Michael, though, felt personal. It wasn’t just about keeping him in jail where he belonged. It was about justice for Scarlet, for everything she endured because of him.
As I reviewed a brief, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen and cursed under my breath. Laura.
I considered letting it ring out. It wasn’t like her to call during the day unless it was important, but I was drowning in work. Still, I picked up, schooling my voice into someth
