“So what will it be, Emma? A hearing, or are you willing to come back to us?” Dad asked.
“I’m thinking,” I muttered. Damned if I did; damned if I didn’t. I had always thought I would one day return to the Community, but I’d planned on doing it on my terms, showing that I’d been successful in my own way. Humiliation wasn’t the route that I’d planned on taking.
“I take it Emma’s going to need representation if there’s a hearing?” Jack asked, surprising me.
“That’s really not necessary, Jackson. It’s just a formality,” my father claimed.
“I disagree. It is entirely necessary. I would never let someone go before the High Council without representation. Let alone my favorite girl, here.” Jack turned and winked at me. “Congratulations, you’ve just hired the best attorney in town.”
“And how
