Chapter 22

The family courthouse was a large, gray building downtown. It was a cold Monday morning in January. The wind was sharp. The sky was entirely overcast. I walked up the wide concrete steps. I was wearing a warm black coat and flat boots. I did not dress up to impress anyone. I just dressed for the weather. I walked through the metal detectors. I found the courtroom on the third floor. Nolan was already sitting on a wooden bench in the hallway. He was not wearing his expensive corporate suit....