Fighting the Good Fight

-Caleb-

“Baby, I’m here. I’m right here,” I told Jacey as we entered the district attorney’s office.

It had been a few days, and I’d slept blissfully well, but Jacey had tossed and turned, still unsure about accusing her father of assault.

When the district attorney called us, Jacey was already a wreck. So there was no way I was letting her go alone.

We were shown to a small office where a young attorney was sitting.

“Jacey. Caleb,” the attorney said. “My name is Nathan Kirby. I’m handling the case against your father. Please, sit.”

Jacey and I sat down.

“Now, the