Elizabeth walked with Chris and Paul into the lobby of the brand new courthouse. It was quite different from the old building, very modern with large glass windows everywhere. Jared would have liked it.
She frowned as her thoughts drifted to her husband. He was her past. And even though he was ultimately the reason she was here today, she didn’t want to think about him. He couldn’t hurt her now and neither could his family.
Someone touched her arm and she jumped.
“Sorry,” Paul said.
“It’s fine,” she said, giving him a small smile.
“Everything okay?”
She shrugged one shoulder. “Just . . . remembering.”
“Ah. Yes,” Paul said. “Your husband was a lawyer.”
She sighed. “Exactly. And most of those memories I’d rather not relive.”
“I understand,” Paul said as he scanned the crowd, his hei
