The judge looked at her calmly. “No. Mrs. Margaret took what belonged to her.”

Daniel closed his eyes.

For the first time, Margaret saw her son not as the little boy who hid under the table during thunder, but as an adult man who had allowed his mother to become invisible inside his own family.

When they stepped out of the courthouse, a fine rain was falling. Daniel caught up to her.

“Mom.”

Margaret stopped. Rebecca stood a few steps behind, arms crossed.