Wednesday passed uneventfully. My hearing went smoothly, my client was granted the relief he was seeking and I felt good about being a family lawyer. Hey, it happens. And then Thursday arrived and it was time to meet with Becca. I was relieved to see she was dressed appropriately in a charcoal gray suit and that she seemed to be sharp and with it. I couldn"t have handled it if she turned zombie on me again.
"How are you feeling, Becca?" I asked, once we were seated at my small conference table.
"I"m okay. I want to get this over with." She was bouncing her leg under the table. Her nervous energy had to escape somehow.
"Me too." I smiled, reassuringly. "You need to prepare yourself for this, mentally, because it"s going to be tough, I won"t lie to you. The state attorney will ask you lot
