When she hit me in the hallway of the courthouse, I remained silent. I refrained from screaming. I refrained from crying. I merely grinned. “Just let it go,” my spouse said, averting his gaze. They believed I was frail. They believed I was done. What were they unaware of? I would enter that courtroom five minutes later and take the judge’s seat.
The slap didn’t hurt the way I expected it to. It hurt worse. Not because of the sting—though the sting was immediate, blooming hot across my cheekbone, bright enough to …
When she hit me in the hallway of the courthouse, I remained silent. I refrained from screaming. I refrained from crying. I merely grinned. “Just let it go,” my spouse said, averting his gaze. They believed I was frail. They believed I was done. What were they unaware of? I would enter that courtroom five minutes later and take the judge’s seat. Read More