"What connections did you use, Mrs. Devereaux?" Judge asks, and there's no anger there, but curiosity.
"I worked there, I knew the boss. I asked him." My mouth seems to be the only part of my body moving. Where is this leading to?
"So you risked your job on a personal favor for your husband?" Judge asks, and I audibly gulp, the back of my throat tickling.
"Yes," I use my words when Sheila nudges me with her elbow lightly.
"And it says here that you used your money to buy Mr. Dalton his first professional equipment." Judge says, eyes lifting towards me once more from the page.
"Yes," I say. The questions pile on, the confirmations feeling endless and when it's Jax's turn, he answers with a grin.
"Do you not feel any inkling of gratitude towards Mrs. Devereaux for what she had done?"
