Roland jumped up from his chair so fast it scraped against the floor with a horrible screech. His face was red, veins bulging in his neck as he screamed at our daughter, “Shut up! Don’t listen to her! She doesn’t know what she’s talking about!”

But Judge Thornwell was already in motion. She slammed her gavel so hard the sound echoed like a gunshot. “Bailiff, detain him! Mr. Greystone, you will remain silent or be held in contempt of court!”