Then the sound of something hitting the counter. A glass. Shattering.
I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
The video continued—short, mercifully short. Caleb pacing. His hands clenched. His face twisted in a way I had seen only in private, only when doors were closed. Then his voice again, colder this time.
“Don’t say a word. This stays between us. I’m the only one keeping things together here.”
The screen went black.
No one moved.
No one spoke.
Caleb was staring straight ahead now, his face drained of all color. His lawyer slowly sat down, as if her body had decided before her mind could catch up.
The judge didn’t look at me.
He didn’t look at Caleb.
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