I felt years of swallowed words pressing down on me. I looked at my hands, then lifted my head.
I didn’t raise my voice.
“Judge,” I said.
The word was quiet, but its impact was immediate.
My mother’s face went pale. My father froze. Evelyn laughed sharply.
Daniel leaned back slowly. “Judge,” he repeated. Then his eyes widened. “Judge Varity Cole. Superior Court.”
Silence.
“You presided over my case last year,” he continued. “You were fair. Direct. You listened.”
Evelyn snapped. “That’s ridiculous!”
“I was appointed three years ago,” I said calmly. “Before that, I was a senior prosecutor.”
My mother shook her head. “Why didn’t you tell us?”
“You never asked,” I replied. “You preferred the smaller version of me.”
Evelyn accused me of embarrassing her. I told her she embarrassed herself.
Daniel looked at her differently now.
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