A pregnant woman was bru:.tally kicked in the stomach by her millionaire husband’s mistress inside a crowded courtroom. As he laughed and blamed her fall, he failed to realize the silent judge watching was the one person he should never have crossed.

I looked up.

The breath was knocked out of me so violently I nearly stumbled.

Silver hair, swept back with severe precision. Eyes the color of slate, cold and unyielding, that missed absolutely nothing.

Judge Nathaniel Crowe.

My father…

I hadn’t spoken to my father in seven years.

The last time I saw him, I was

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