Chapter Forty-Four
SYLVIEI owe my lawyer fifty bucks. In fact, Amber underestimated. I count six lawyers watching us walk in. Enough for a basketball team, with one left over for sub ins. And my heart thunders in my throat as Amber and I come to stand on the empty side of the table across from Holt’s squadron of dark suits.
Amber was right. About how Holt would come at me…and how low he’d go. She’d been right about everything—hold on, is that Wes and Barron?
I screw up my face when I notice the two boys standing next to an older woman who I assume must be the retired judge arbitrating our case. “Barron? Wes? What are you doing here when you should both be at school?”
One of Holt’s lawyers comes to his feet before Barron can answer. And I jolt with recognition, because it’s the same man
