My Husband Sold My Two Million Dollar Land For Five Dollars To His Girlfriend
He did not answer, his eyes staying on the floor as his lawyer came out of the restroom and called his name from the courtroom doorway. Samuel turned and walked back down the hall without looking at me again, his shoulders hunched under his wool coat.
By one o’clock, the gallery was nearly empty except for Elena Vance, who sat in the third row holding her wooden clipboard tight against her chest. She gave me a small, encouraging nod as I took my seat next to Marcus.
Katie sat on my other side, her hands pulled deep into the sleeves of her oversized gray sweater. She had not looked at her father since we entered the building, her eyes fixed on the small wooden spindle of the railing in front of us.
The bailiff called the court to order, and Judge Ramirez took her place on the bench, her black robe rustling as she adjusted her papers.
“The state calls Katie Brennan,” the prosecutor said.