I never told my mother-in-law I was a judge. To her, I was just an

“Yes, Mike,” I whispered, my voice shaking but determined. “Please, help me.”

Mrs. Sterling’s eyes widened. “Judge? What kind of trick is this?”

Mike took a deep breath, regaining his composure. “Ma’am,” he said, addressing Mrs. Sterling with a level of authority that could shatter glass, “I suggest you put the baby down and step away.”