At The Court Hearing, My Sister Walked Up To Me And Said, “I’m Taking Everything From You.” She Smiled Like The Outcome Was Already Decided. Then My Lawyer Leaned In And Whispered, “Did You Follow Every Step Exactly As I Told You?” I Nodded. He Said, “Good. This Is Where Things Begin.”
The courthouse hallway smelled like old paper and cheap coffee, the kind that had been reheated too many times. People moved past us without looking. Lawyers in dark suits, clerks…








