Sometimes a woman has to choose between winning on paper and surviving in real life.
Judge Evelyn Hartwell entered from the side door, and everyone stood.
Her robe moved around her like a dark curtain, but nothing about her face seemed dramatic.
She looked careful.
That was what Claire noticed.
Not warm.
Not cold.
Careful.
When everyone sat, the judge began reviewing the agreement.
The pages made small dry sounds as she turned them.