Elena Walked Out of Court With One Bag and Went Home to an Estate That Was Hers All Along
I touched the thin gold band on my right index finger and looked past his shoulder as the bailiff unlocked the heavy wooden doors.
We took our places at the counsel tables in the wood-paneled room.
Samuel sat on my left, his leather briefcase resting flat on his knees.
Alejandro and Oscar sat at the opposing table behind four thick stacks of white legal folders.
Judge Alvarez took his seat at the raised wooden bench, adjusting his silver wire glasses as he opened the blue case file.
Oscar stood up immediately, tapping his brass fountain pen against his palm in a steady, confident beat.