I had one hand under my belly because at thirty-six weeks you do that without noticing.
“Yes, Your Honour. I don’t want any of it.”
There was a noise across that room.
Garrick was in a charcoal suit with no ring on. And Adrienne Kask was sitting next to him, on the applicant’s side, which is a decision somebody made on purpose.
She laughed.
Not nervously and not by accident. A short, clear laugh, and she got her hand up over her mouth about a second after everybody had heard it.
Judge Vane stopped everything.
“Ms. Kask. Interrupt this court again and you will be removed from it.”
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