“Good,” she said.

“The defense filed a motion ten minutes ago claiming sudden domestic distress.

They want to argue she was an inexperienced young woman swamped by stepparenting duties while Clay was away.”

Clay kept his eyes fixed on his boots.

His knuckles were raw and red from his morning shift at the equipment yard.

“She wasn’t overwhelmed,” Clay said, his voice barely rising above the hum of the air vent overhead.

“She was cold.”