ANMELDENEvelyn Margaret told me not to come but I went anyway. I found a pharmacy two blocks from the courthouse and bought a black headscarf and a pair of oversized sunglasses and felt ridiculous putting them on while on the checkout . But I bought them anyway. Pulled the scarf low on my forehead in the car and checked my reflection once and looked away. It wasn’t perfect but it was enough to make someone look twice before recognising me and twice was all I needed. The public gallery was already half full by the time I slipped in through the back entrance and found the last seat in the furthest corner where the overhead light had blown and nobody had replaced it. I sat down and kept my head angled toward the floor and waited. The courtroom was nothing like the ones I used to work in. Smaller, lower ceilinged, the room that had absorbed decades of bad decisions and wore them in the walls and the scuffed floors and the bench that had been repaired so many times the wood grain didn’t m
EvelynThe visiting room had three other people in the visiting room when I arrived. A woman with a toddler climbing her lap. Two men on opposite ends of a bench pretending the other didn’t exist. I took the chair closest to the partition and sat with my hands flat on the table.The door on his side opened.He came through in the grey they’d issued him, no jacket, hair pushed back, and the tiredness on his face wasn’t the kind that sleep fixes. He saw me the second he cleared the door and stopped walking for just a moment before the officer behind him gestured and he kept moving and came to the partition and sat down . He looked at me through the scratched plastic between us.“You’re not supposed to be here.”“I know.”“Margaret told you not to come anywhere near this building.”“She said four streets away. I parked five.”“You are so stubborn.”I smiled and felt my eyes go before I could stop them. I looked down at the table, my eyes blinked hard twice and looked back up. He was stil
Evelyn Margaret dropped the folder on my kitchen table and sat down and I sat across from her. The charge sheet was eleven pages. I read every line twice and by the fourth page I understood why Alfred had looked so unbothered at his doorstep. This wasn’t something put together in a morning. This had been in preparation for weeks, maybe longer, organized and layered and built by people who knew exactly what they were doing. Unauthorized access to protected campaign systems. Theft of confidential materials. Breach of NDA. Disclosure of protected information to unauthorized parties. Trespassing on private property on multiple recorded occasions. Each charge had dates attached. Specific dates, specific locations, specific files. “They have logs,” Margaret said, turning a page toward me. “Server access logs showing every time he was in those systems outside of his authorized hours. Forty three separate instances.” I looked at the dates. “They’ve been building this for months,” I said
EvelynMargaret picked up on the second ring and was already talking before I’d even gotten my bag off the table . I let her talk and pulled on my jacket, grabbed my keys and when she finally paused I told her I was already in the car.She was waiting at the bottom of the station steps when I pulled up, briefcase in one hand, her other hand raised before I’d even cut the engine.“You shouldn’t be here.”I got out. “I had to come.”“I told you on the phone not to come.”“And I’m here anyway.” I pulled my bag onto my shoulder and looked past her at the building. “I can’t sit at home, Margaret. I can’t just sit there.”“You hired me to represent him. That’s what you do. You hired me and you go home and you let me work.”“I just need to see him. Two minutes.”“Evelyn.” She stepped in front of me. “Alfred’s lawyers are already working to collapse this case into your divorce. That is their entire play right now, make everything look connected, make every decision you’ve made look like one l
3:04amAlfred had been parked outside for forty minutes.Three drinks in an empty house then he was in his car, driving nowhere specific, until nowhere specific became her street. He pulled over half a block from her gate. Cut the engine.The bedroom light was on.The curtains weren’t fully drawn. Warm light behind thin fabric, the room clearly occupied. Close enough to see that much.The curtains weren’t fully drawn. He could see enough.Her silhouette first, unmistakable, the curve of her back, her head dropping back. Then him behind her, hands on her waist, turning her, pulling her into him and she went, God she went willingly, arching back against him like Alfred had never existed, like twenty two years had never happened, like that room and that man were the only things that had ever been real to her.Alfred’s hands locked around the steering wheel.He watched her roll toward the man and disappear under him and the light became brighter and he could see her move. His knuckles wen
Evelyn Theo walked in an hour after Margaret left. I heard his key in the door from upstairs and didn’t move from the edge of the bed, robe loose, hair down, the whole of the day pressed into my bones like something that had decided to stay. His footsteps came up the stairs and the bedroom door pushed open and he took one look at me sitting there, crossed the room and took my face in both hands and kissed me deep and long, his thumbs against my jaw and his fingers threading back into my hair and I grabbed the front of his shirt with both hands. He pulled back and looked at me. “Margaret was here,” I said. “How did it go.” “She’ll take your case.” I kept my eyes on his. “The divorce waits. You come first.” He opened his mouth and I stopped him before anything came out. “Don’t argue with me about it. Alfred is building something and he is building it fast and every day that passes without proper legal representation on your side is another day his lawyers get to work unopposed.







