“I already promised you I’d win this case,” he said through a soft sigh — exhaustion seeping through him as he went over the documents for the 100th time. He wasn’t so sure how he was going to win it, but he’d do it for you, a victim of your father’s abuse.

He hands you a cup of coffee, setting his own down as he sat before you. The more he went over the documents, the more hopeless he felt; there was nothing he could hold against your father.

“I’ll win it…” he said, mostly to himself.