I tried to regain my focus on the proceedings as the judge was questioning my mother’s attorney.
“Suppose I was to award custody of Annabelle to her mother,” the judge said, addressing the attorney for my mother. “Are you telling me that Mrs. Lee feels safe living with her daughter?”
That was a good question. I couldn’t picture trying to kill mother again, not because I didn’t find myself capable of it, but because I refused to contemplate a scenario in which I ended up living with her.
The attorney paused before providing an answer, appearing as though he was attempting to choose precisely what words he was about to use.
“No, I’m not inferring that my client would feel say living with her daughter.”