Bruce's lawyer built his case methodically, laying out each piece like a man setting a trap he'd had weeks, not days, to design.
"The mother left in the middle of the night," he said, "without notice, without a note, without so much as a phone call to explain her daughter's whereabouts to a frantic father. She took refuge with a motorcycle club — the Giants MC — an organization with a documented history of criminal activity spanning decades. She has, by her own admission, formed a romantic relationship with its president within a matter of weeks of her disappearance."
I felt heat rise in my face, not shame exactly, but the particular exposure of hearing something true stripped of every piece of context that made it survivable.
"We are not here to relitigate a marriage," the lawyer conti
