My husband and my two brothers-in-law “had fun” by dumping me at a gas station on the side of the road, laughing their heads off as they drove 300 miles away, texting: “DON’T BE MAD, IT’S JUST A JOKE”… After 5 years of disappearing, the day he finally tracked down my address and knocked on my door, the smile on his face died the moment he saw THE FIGURE STANDING BEHIND ME.
The hallway outside Courtroom 3B smells like burnt coffee and floor polish. There’s an American flag pinned above the judge’s double doors, the fabric barely stirring every time someone walks past. A vending machine hums beside me, stocked with Diet Coke and off-brand iced tea, and somewhere down the corridor, I can hear a bailiff … Read more