Caleb’s lawyer immediately stood up.
“Your Honor, we object—”
“I’ll look into it,” the judge interrupted. Then he looked back at Harper. “But tell me first: why doesn’t your mother know?”
Her chin was trembling.
“Because Dad told me not to tell anyone,” she whispered.
Caleb turned pale.
My hands were shaking so much that I had to hold onto the edge of the table.
“Officer,” the judge said firmly, “bring the child’s device.”
Harper walked to the front of the courtroom, small in that vast space, and handed over the tablet with both hands, as if offering something sacred.
When the video started playing on the court screen, my heart was beating so hard that it felt like my ears hurt.
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