“I’ll review it,” the judge interrupted. Then he looked back at Harper. “But tell me first: why doesn’t your mother know this?”
His chin trembled.
“Because Dad told me not to tell anyone,” she whispered.
Caleb went pale.
My hands were shaking so badly I had to grip 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 pounded so hard it felt like it hurt my ears.
The image appeared.
Our kitchen. At night.
And there was Caleb, looking directly into the camera, smiling in a way I’d never seen before.
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