Trevor half rose from his leather chair.

“She was sent out to the porch to get her outdoor things,” Trevor said, his voice smooth and quiet.

“It was an ordinary household discipline matter.”

“Sit down, Mr.

Sutton,” Judge Vance said, without lifting her eyes from the affidavit.

Trevor sat back down at once, his shoulder grazing his lawyer’s arm as he reached down to fiddle with his watch again.

“We call General Walter Hensley to the stand,” Douglas said, stepping back from the podium.