Once again, the one speaking on Clarie’s behalf was the same lawyer from last time. He didn’t have much hair, wore gold-rimmed glasses, and gave off the impression of being shifty and sly. Whether intentional or not, when he stood up, I could feel his gaze lingering on me for at least ten seconds.

Naturally, the plaintiff and defendant were like fire and water—how could peace ever exist between us?

It wasn’t until the court clerk reminded him again that he finally began his statement.

“I am Clarie’s attorney. First, the defendant, Linda, physically assaulted and verbally insulted my client in the hospital, causing a tragic miscarriage. Second, she inflicted...