Then he looked at me again.
Not casually.
Carefully.
“Mrs. Whitfield,” he said slowly, “please state your full maiden name for the record.”
My throat tightened.
“Emily Carter.”
The judge went completely still.
Caleb frowned beside me. “Your Honor, what exactly is this about?”
The judge ignored him.
“Your mother’s name,” he said to me. “Was it Rebecca Carter?”