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

not softer. Never softer. Softness, in his mind, had always been a luxury people indulged only when they didn’t have to keep a family name polished.

He adjusted his cufflinks while his attorney leaned toward him and whispered something urgent enough to alter his posture but not, apparently, urgent enough to break through his own certainty.

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