Tomorrow morning, the judge sees everything.”

Elena stood by the door with her hand on the knob.

“That’s the one.”

She left.

I turned off the lamp, then turned it back on and opened the binder to the first tab.

The hearing was at nine.

I closed the black vinyl binder and laid my hand flat on the cover.

Courtroom 302 smelled of floor wax, and the radiator ticked under the window ledge.