Gregory raised his voice a notch, loud enough for the bench outside Courtroom 3B to hear.

“Surely the courthouse has a dress code?” Madeline said.

“Mother,” Wyatt said.

Gregory waved his cup in the air.

“Let her talk.”

I switched the briefcase to my other hand.

A drop of water slid down the plastic cup and landed on the tile beside my shoe.

“The dress code is meant for lawyers,” I said.