The Day I Dropped My Husband at the Airport, My Eight-Year-Old Daughter Warned Me Not to Go Home. Minutes Later, I Saw Why.
“I’m also used to hearing the outcome by the end of a shift.”
“Court is rarely that kind.”
She warned me that defense attorneys might challenge the meaning of messages or argue over when a piece of evidence was created.
I appreciated that she did not treat me as fragile.
She let me know there would be setbacks without implying that setbacks meant the truth had changed.
Outside her office, I sat on a bench and wrote Lily a note on my phone: We are going to the library on Saturday.
You can choose two books, even the gigantic one about sea animals.