I h:id my career as a judge from my mother-in-law. After my C-section, she stormed in with adoption papers, demanding one twin for her infe:rtile daughter. I clutched my babies and pressed the panic button

“You told us you didn’t work.”

“I told you I could not discuss my work.”

“You let us think—”

“I allowed you to reveal what you believed.”

Her face flushed.

“You deceived this family.”

“No. I protected classified judicial information while you made assumptions.”

“You married my son under false pretenses.”

“I met Ethan in a courthouse elevator.”

She looked toward Ruiz.

“This man is lying. She reads legal books and plays pretend. She has always wanted to feel important.”

Ruiz’s expression did not change.

“I provided security at Judge Carter’s investiture.”

Margaret opened her mouth.

No sound came out.

The door opened behind the officers.

Ethan entered carrying two paper cups.

He took one step into the room and froze.