Judge Alvarez regarded him over her glasses. “You understand that false statements to this court are a crime.”
“Yes.”
“And that you’re also facing charges in another matter.”
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“I’m going to give you something I rarely give anyone who stands where you’re standing, Mr. Sutter. A chance to decide, right now, which kind of man you’re going to be.” She leaned back. “Do you want to say anything to your mother?”
Trevor turned in his chair. For the first time in thirty years, I think,
my son looked at me without calculating what I could do for him.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m not asking you to forgive me. I’m just… I’m sorry for all of it.”
I didn’t answer. I wasn’t ready to. Judge Alvarez let the silence stand, then nodded.
“Then you can start by telling the truth to the people who need to hear it.”
