My Seven Year Old Daughter Walked Into My Divorce Hearing With A Tablet That Changed Everything

else was gone.

She called an old friend who volunteered at a local legal aid office. Her friend listened quietly, then gave her a name.

Attorney Abernathy. Small office above a strip mall. Decent man. Not expensive.

Nala used the last folded bills in her purse to take a cab.

The office was exactly as described: modest, second floor, the kind of waiting continue reading …