and we’ve requested the audio.”
The judge looked at me. Not pity. Attention. “Ms. Holloway, is the log in your possession?”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Approach.”
I handed the sleeve to the clerk. The judge read silently for a long moment, reread one sentence, and I watched my mother’s hands tighten like she could feel the words from across the room.
“Mr. and continue reading …
