Chapter 6

On the day of the court hearing, I took a day off work.

I put on my sharpest suit—the black one I bought two years ago for the office party.

The courtroom was small, with just a few people inside.

The judge, the clerk, the bank's lawyer, and Michael.

He was sitting at the defendant's table, wearing a brand-new suit and gold-rimmed glasses, looking even sharper than I.

I sat on the other side of the aisle from him.

He didn't look at me.

He hadn't looked at me once since I walked in.

"Court is now in session," the…