It is December 16th, 1931. The door slams shut as he furiously storms into the house, fumbling as he takes off his coat and tosses his hat and briefcase aside. His work has been incredibly hard today, the Tom Robinson case is an absolute crisis in his eyes. He pinches the bridge of his nose as he sinks down into his office chair when he hears his girl calling him.

“You need something?” Atticus calls out, knowing he’s asked her to tutor Jem this afternoon.