I read both of these last night while reading my latest book, Salem Falls by Jodi Picoult:
"He had the money to rest on his laurels for a year or two, after those last few cases he'd tried down near Bainbridge, which had been particularly enervating. Each direct examination and cross-examination grew harder and harder to force from his throat, until Jordan realized that his job had become a noose, notching tighter with each client he defended."
"Jordan stood. 'Okay. Okay! If you two want to act like. . . like children, be my guest. But I don't have to stand here and listen to the woman who ruined my life cavort with my son as if nothing ever happened in the first place!' He stormed out of the living room, and a moment later the door to his bedroom slammed shut."
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