“Who’s Judge Lawson?”

“He’s the senior family court judge assigned to your case,” Arthur said, pointing a dull wooden pencil at the bottom margin of the page.

“He has no patience for long emotional testimony.

If we don’t challenge this prenup right away, you’ll walk into that courtroom with nothing.”

I sank back against the hard plastic chair.

“He told me last night I came from nothing,” I said quietly, stopping for a moment before I finished.

“He took my main credit card right out of my hand before he went to work.”