Chapter 14Judge Stone sat opposite me in his chambers with his hands folded, a pleasant smile on his face. It was the end of the day, and my nervousness was potent since Boaz texted me about this meeting last night. All the little struggles and differences of opinion between us plus the complication of my new and serious relationship with his son had me feeling like a Picasso painting.
Still, I had a job to do. I was here to advocate for Treyvon, not impress my boyfriend’s father. I cleared my throat and mustered my courage.
“Jada is doing well,” I told him. “She has secured a job at Target and is getting full-time hours. Treyvon is missing her fiercely and hopes to go home soon.”
The judge sat forward and rested his elbows on his desk. “Thank you for the update, but you should be focus
