The judge’s eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a surge of hope ripple through my veins. “Mrs. Thompson,” the judge began, his voice calm but with an edge of surprise, “it appears you’ve been more resourceful than anyone here realized.”
Eric shifted uncomfortably, a flicker of anxiety crossing his face. The judge continued, “This folder contains evidence of your significant contributions to your shared life and future that Mr. Thompson seems to have conveniently forgotten.”
Confusion washed across Eric’s face, quickly replaced by a scowl. “What are you talking about?” he snapped, trying to maintain the facade of control.
