He didn’t answer.
I looked at him. His jaw was set the way it had been in my living room, staring at the hole by the fireplace.
“Dad. What’s going on?”
He kept his eyes on the road.
“Nicole, let Claire handle today,” he said. “Whatever happens. Okay?”
Ezoic
My stomach tightened.
At the courthouse, Brian was already seated beside his lawyer.
He looked good. That was the first thing I noticed, and I hated that it was the first thing I noticed. He’d gotten a haircut. He was wearing a navy suit I’d never seen before. He had the relaxed, easy posture of a man who believed he’d already won.
His lawyer was a heavy man named Pruitt with a red face and a gold watch who liked to say “with all due respect” right before he said something with no respect at all.
