The Judge And I Shared A Secret
Years earlier, on a rainy highway, I’d crawled into an overturned vehicle.
There was blood.
Metal.
Screaming.
And a woman whose airway was collapsing fast.
I held her together until the helicopter arrived.
I did what trauma surgeons do.
I didn’t ask her name.
I just kept her alive.
Now she sat above the courtroom in a black robe.
