Court Papers in the Locked Drawer of a Community Doctor
Beside him sat Arthur Sterling, a tall man with white hair and a charcoal suit that looked like it had been tailored for a much larger courtroom.
David did not look at me, but his knuckles turned white as he gripped the fabric of his trousers.
“The doctor looks like he wants to run,” Ben whispered, not breaking his gaze from his father.
“Let him try,” Karen said, her pen tapping a rhythmic beat against her notepad.
The heavy oak door to the chambers opened, and a young woman in a dark blue blazer stepped out with a clipboard in her hand.
“Judge Vance will see the parties in chambers now,” she said.
We walked in, the heavy carpet swallowing the sound of our footsteps as we gathered around the large mahogany desk.
Judge Vance was an older woman with sharp gray eyes and a black robe that she wore open over a cream-colored silk blouse.
She did not smile as she looked at David, then at me, and finally at the attorneys.
