Judge Henderson set the papers down, folded her hands, and looked around the courtroom. «I think we need to revisit some facts about this marriage, don’t you? Mrs. Morrison, let’s go back to the beginning. Tell me about how you and Dr. Pearce met, and what happened during those six years while he was in medical school.»
Maggie stood up beside me. «Your Honour, if I may, I’d like to walk the court through the timeline, starting eight years ago.»
«Please do,» Judge Henderson said, and she still had that slight smile on her face like she knew something wonderful was about to happen.
And that’s when we went back. Back to the beginning. Back to when Brandon and I were different people.
Back to when we were young and in love and poor, living in that tiny apartment with dreams bigger than our bank account. Eight years ago, Brandon and I lived in a one-bedroom apartment that was so small you could touch both walls if you stretched your arms out in the hallway.