A Judge Sat at the Defense Table in Her Own Courtroom as Her Parents Tried to Sue Her

the table, Jenna had turned to look at Travis. Her face held the open, recalculating expression of someone who has just been asked to add a column they didn’t know was part of the sum. Your down payment, she said. The fifty-two thousand. She said it slowly. That was Myra’s money.

Travis looked at the ceiling. He picked up his beer, set it down, picked continue reading …