My Father Mocked Me for Coming to Court Without a Lawyer, But the Judge Opened My File and the Whole Room Went Silent

on the wood, fingers still in a way that had nothing to do with calm and everything to do with training. I did not look at him. I did not give him the satisfaction of watching me absorb the blow. Across the aisle, he leaned back in his chair as if he owned the room, one arm draped over the side, ankle crossed over knee, that same easy posture he had continue reading …