Thirty Veterans in Leather Vests Arrived at My Front Door on Tuesday Morning

inward, and a deputy in a brown uniform stepped out into the hallway, a white sheet of paper in his hand.

“Case number four-twelve, Cole versus Miller,” the deputy called out.

Marcus touched my shoulder lightly, his large hand warm through my coat. “Time to go in, Clara.”

We walked into the courtroom, which was smaller than I had imagined, with three continue reading …