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

Now his fingers stopped mid-page. His eyes dropped to something in the file, then flicked up to me, then back down again. His expression tightened, then thinned, then cracked just slightly around the edges.

“Wait,” he murmured under his breath.

My father leaned toward him. “What is it?”

The lawyer didn’t answer. He kept staring at the page as if he could continue reading …