silent.
The judge continued reading.
“Decorated officer. Security clearance. Multiple commendations. Lead counsel in military fraud investigations.”
My father shifted in his seat.
“Your Honor, I fail to see—”
“I’m sure you do,” the judge interrupted.
A few people in the gallery exchanged glances.
For years, my parents had never bothered to learn much about my life.
When I enlisted after law school, they told relatives I had “joined because she couldn’t make it in private practice.”
When I made captain, they forgot.
When I made major, they didn’t even
