Caleb went pale.
My hands were shaking so hard I had to grip the edge of the table. The judge’s voice was calm but firm. “Bailiff,” he said. “Bring the child’s device.”
Harper walked forward, tiny in that massive room, and handed her tablet to the bailiff with both hands as if it were something sacred. When the judge signaled the clerk to play it on the courtroom screen, my heart was beating so hard my ears ached.
The screen flickered.
And the first image that appeared made the entire room freeze. Because it wasn't some silly video from a child. It was my husband—Caleb—
The video showed Caleb standing in our kitchen late at night, unaware of the tablet propped quietly against a stack of cookbooks. His voice was low, careful, very different from court.
