Chapter 22 - The Monday Morning Docket
Monday morning, February 2, 2027.
The Travis County Courthouse on Guadalupe Street looked like a gray monolith rising out of the mist, its limestone columns streaked with decades of Austin rain. Sarah’s black Subaru was parked in the underground garage beneath the plaza, but Sarah wasn't with me. She was downtown at Frost Bank handling a corporate acquisition that couldn't wait for family drama.
I walked up the granite steps alone, wearing my dark blue Westlake Middle School blazer, my mother’s silver-trimmed belt buckled securely over my skirt, and carrying the blue ledger in my left hand.
The lobby was loud, echoing with the sound of lawyers shouting on cell phones, bailiffs calling docket numbers, and people whose lives were being dismantled by judges they had never met.
As I pushed through the heavy wooden doors of Family Courtroom 4B, I saw him.
Dad was sitting on the second row of the oak benches, wearing his only clean suit—the navy one he had worn to my mother’s funeral three years ago. The shoulders were a little too wide, the sleeves a little too short, exposing the frayed cuffs of his white dress shirt.
Beside him, sitting with her legs crossed and her designer sunglasses resting on top of her perfectly styled blond hair, was Karen. She wasn't looking at him. She was scrolling through her phone, her thumb flicking across the screen with the ruthless efficiency of someone who had already calculated the exact net worth of everyone in the room.
When the bailiff called our case—*Cause No. FM-2027-8842, In the Matter of the Estate of Helen Miller and the Dissolution of Tom Miller*—Dad stood up slowly, his knees clicking in the quiet room.
He didn't look at Karen. He didn't look at the judge.
He looked straight at me, standing by the oak swinging gate at the back of the gallery, holding my mother’s blue ledger against my chest like a shield.
The judge adjusted his glasses, looked down at the file on his desk, and spoke into the microphone.
"Mr. Miller, according to the preliminary accounting filed by the estate trustee, you are currently designated as the secondary respondent in an ongoing asset recovery proceeding initiated by Miss Lily Miller regarding unauthorized withdrawals from a restricted educational trust totaling sixty-four thousand..."
The judge paused, turning a page.
"How does the respondent plead?"
Dad opened his mouth, but before he could speak, the heavy oak doors at the back of the courtroom swung open with a loud, echoing bang, and a tall man in a dark gray overcoat walked in, holding a thick manila envelope stamped with the seal of the Texas Supreme Court.
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