My mother-in-law pointed at me in open court and said, “She’s faking it.” My husband sat beside his attorney, smirked, and told the judge I pulled this kind of thing whenever I didn’t get my way. Less than a minute later, my legs gave out beneath me—and the one person in that courtroom who understood what was happening was a military doctor I had never met.
I was standing near the witness box with one hand wrapped around the wooden railing because the room would not stop tilting. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, every whisper sounded painfully loud, and I could feel my heartbeat doing something I could not explain. Judge Richard Hanley looked over his glasses and asked whether I was able to continue. I wanted desperately to say yes, because Daniel had spent the entire morning convincing everyone that weakness was the same thing as dishonesty.
