“But you work with legal documents daily for your job correct?”
Kevin exhales. “But it was late..”
“Yes or no Mr. Masters.”
His jaw ticks, he finally looks at me, but its a death glare. “Yes.”
“And you didn’t fight for custody then, not right then, and not for six whole months?”
His nostrils flare.
He doesn’t answer.
“Answer the question.” The judge says.
“Yes.”
“Why?” my lawyer pushes.
Kevin snaps.
“Because I thought she wouldn’t actually LEAVE!”
Gasps echo through the courtroom.
The judge’s expression shifts.
“I thought she would crawl back to me.”
My lawyer’s tone sharpens.“Isn’t it true, Mr. Masters, that you were at the White Lantern Gentleman’s Club on three separate evenings in the month prior to Summer leaving?”
A muscle jumps in his cheek.
“Objection!” his lawyer barks.
“And that you received a DUI six weeks before she left?”
“That has nothing to do with this…”
“And were you aware your wife had photographs of you with…”
“I SAID IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS!”
Kevin slams his fist onto the witness stand.
The room goes silent.
Judge Hale leans forward, voice icy.“Mr. Masters. Sit down.”
Kevin sits, face red, breathing hard.
But the damage is done.
Everyone saw.
Everyone heard.
The façade cracked wide open.
