A thin sheet of morning light bled through the tall courthouse windows, washing the Riverton County courtroom in a pale, unforgiving glow. Every sound—heels on marble, papers shifting, someone clearing their throat—seemed louder than it needed to be. At the petitioner’s table, Tamsin Kerrigan sat with her back straight and hands folded, every breath deliberate. This was the end of a long fight, and she’d come armed with the kind of quiet resolve her husband had always mistaken for weakness……CONTINUE READING BELOW
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