Harper looked down at the floor.
Her shoulders trembled slightly, and in that moment she seemed younger than ten, younger than the truth she had just released into the room.
My lawyer leaned forward.
“Your Honor, we request that the full recording be entered into evidence immediately.”
Caleb’s attorney rose again, her voice sharp with urgency.
“We object. A recording made by a minor without consent raises serious legal concerns.”
The judge considered this for a long moment.
Meanwhile, my mind raced backward through months of confusion: the late nights, the disappearing money, the strange distance in Caleb’s eyes.
Suddenly those memories rearranged themselves into something clearer and far more painful.
Harper glanced at me for the first time since the video began.
Her eyes were wide, searching my face as if asking whether she had just broken our family beyond repair.
