Eight Months Pregnant I Faced My Husband In Court Until Chaos Broke Out

The judge looked up. “I did not ask for your characterization of your wife,” he said. “I asked whether you were familiar with this filing.”

There was a silence that was qualitatively different from the earlier silence.

The earlier silence had belonged to the room. This one belonged to Harrison, who was discovering, for perhaps the first time in the proceeding, that he was not the one setting the temperature. The judge turned to Sarah.

His voice modulated, not soft exactly, but without its previous judicial distance. “Mrs. Prescott, did you submit documentation to this court this morning?”

“I don’t know,” she said honestly.

“My lawyer was supposed to handle that.”

Harrison laughed again, a second attempt at the same register of dismissal. “One more interruption of these proceedings,” the judge said, without raising his voice at all, “and you will be held in contempt of this court.”