“Don’t Come—Your Sister’s Boyfriend Is a Judge,” My Dad Texted—Monday Morning, He Learned Who Really Was

her own.

The AUSA looked annoyed but didn’t object. She knew the sentence was within my discretion, even if it wasn’t what she’d asked for.

After everyone left, I sat alone in my courtroom for a moment.

This was why I’d become a public defender. This was why I’d spent six years fighting for people everyone else had given up on. Not for the title. Not continue reading …