The grief drove them apart, and within 2 years, he had remarried a younger woman who gave him Robert, his pride, and joy. Now in his 60s, Richard sat in his office overlooking the city. Life had given him everything he wanted. His son was being groomed to take over the business. His wealth had doubled again. He had all but forgotten that rainy night at Silver Lake.
But across town in the chambers of the newly appointed Judge Hope Walker, that night was about to come back to haunt him. Hope adjusted her black robes and studied the case file before her. She had worked tirelessly to reach this position. Driven by a sense of justice that her adoptive parents had instilled in her.
Mary and David had told her the truth when she turned 18, how they had found her, saved her, and raised her as their own. The revelation had shocked her to her core. But instead of breaking her, it had given her purpose. Hope had channeled her pain into determination, graduating at the top of her law school class and rising quickly through the ranks of the justice system.
Now fate had placed Richard Miller’s case in her hands. The businessman was being sued by former employees for fraud and unsafe working conditions. It was a high-profile case that no one expected the plaintiffs to win. Hope’s assistant knocked on her door. Judge Walker, the Miller case is ready to begin. Hope nodded, her heart pounding.
