I never told my in-laws that I am the daughter of the Chief Justice of

The voice on the other end of the line cut him off firmly. “David Miller, you say? This is Chief Justice Robert Anderson.” David’s mocking grin faltered, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty. The room seemed to shrink around him as he absorbed the cold truth of my words. My father’s voice, usually reserved for courtrooms and chambers, carried an authority that was undeniable, even over the phone.

“What exactly is going on there, Mr. Miller?” my father continued, his tone as steady as the gavel he wields. “You mentioned my daughter is making a scene? Explain.”

David’s confidence wavered, and he stammered. “Uh, Chief Justice Anderson, there’s been a misunderstanding. Anna just—”