Jason let out a sharp laugh, but it died before it became anything convincing.
“That’s absurd,” he said. “She’s unstable. She’s trying to turn a divorce hearing into theater because she knows she has no case.”
I looked at him for a long moment. There was a time when a sentence like that would have made my stomach twist. He had said it so many times in private that I had nearly believed it. Unstable. Emotional. Ungrateful. Fragile.
Words, repeated often enough, can become walls.
But walls can crack.
“Mr. Mitchell,” Judge Hayes said, her voice returning to its usual firmness, “you will not speak unless instructed.”
