Across the aisle, Samuel and Owen sat close together. Samuel’s eyes were fixed on his father. Owen was looking at me, searching my face for an explanation I had never wanted him to need inside a courtroom.
I gave him the smallest nod I could manage.
Russell stood. “Your Honor, we would request a brief recess to review these documents.”
“You may have ten minutes,” Judge Calder said. “But I suggest you use them carefully.”
The gavel came down.
The moment we stepped into the corridor, Adrian turned on me with disbelief rather than anger.
“What have you done?”
I looked at the man I had once loved, the man who used to fall asleep at our tiny kitchen table with fuel receipts scattered around his elbows and hope written plainly across his face.
