me.”
“I promise.”
“He can’t use his position.”
“He knows that better than anyone.”
“I mean it.”
“So do I.”
I closed my eyes.
People imagined a federal judge could make calls and alter legal outcomes.
Dad considered that corruption.
He wouldn’t influence another judge, pressure the police, or interfere in custody proceedings.
But he could support me as a father.
That was enough.
At 2:26, Cole called again.
I ignored him.
His messages shifted from dismissive to irritated, then strangely affectionate.
Baby, answer me.
It’s not what it
