I sat in the court lobby, my leg bouncing uncontrollably as it always did when I had too much energy. I wanted to kick the doors in and tell them who he really was, but that wouldn’t help anyone. I had to wait until I was called as a witness.
“Mr. Gibson, it’s been too long,” I heard a voice from the past say behind me. I turned to see Mr. Ganbar walking toward me with a warm smile and his arms now outstretched. I stood and pulled the small man into a hug. It was nice to see a familiar face, especially one that had been a mentor in a time when I sorely needed one.
“What are you doing here?” I exclaimed, almost forgetting where we were.
“Well,” he paused. “I’ve been called as a witness in this custody hearing.”
The disappointment cut through me like a knife, “He called you, didn’t he
