Nathan
The courtroom had cleared out slowly, but the usual shuffle of papers and hushed chatter lingered in the air as the bailiff gave the final call.
I loved this part of each court session because it meant I could leave and go back to the silent comfort of my office.
I waited until the last attorney stepped out before I exhaled and tugged my robe a little looser at the collar. The morning had been long; two hearings back to back, one of which had nearly devolved into a shouting match between opposing counsel, and all I could think about was getting back to my chambers, shedding this heavy robe, and maybe finding something to eat before I collapsed behind my desk.
My mind was already halfway to the iced tea in the mini fridge in my office when I heard my name being called.
“Nathan
