I got up early. I just couldn’t sleep in any longer. I dressed and went downstairs for breakfast. Mom and Dad were dressed too. The trial was going to begin at 10. I was nervous. I ate my cereal, but didn’t taste it.

We all piled into the car and drove the 120 miles to the big city where the large family court was. I think we were supposed to feel intimidated, but we were only hopeful. Hopeful and nervous.

We met Mr. Crawford outside. He made some cutesy remarks to Devon and I about being quiet and we’d get a treat. Clearly he didn’t have children. He spoke in hushed tones to my parents.

We entered the courtroom. It wasn’t as big as I thought it would be, but it was still impressive. We sat in the chairs in front. I looked to my right. There was the fake detective. Beside him an older gentleman, very serious looking, with a briefcase. And there was a taller, handsome man. He looked rich, but mean, in a no-nonsense way. He stood stiffly until he saw Devon. Then he wiggled his fingers at her. I scowled.