Each day I ignored his invitation, my resolve would crack a little wider. A tad deeper. I would watch him in actiob in court, my gut filled with anger and longing, and exasperation, too, because for the first time in my life, I couldn't tell if someone was an ally or an enemny. Most of all, I observed Christian with fear, because I suspected he ´d figured out that I wasn't coming to court for Dad anymore. I was coming to court for him.