Daniel murmured her name, but Vanessa covered her mouth too late. Her eyes were still glittering with satisfaction.
Judge Whitaker turned her gaze toward Vanessa with the patience of a woman who had spent three decades reading courtrooms and recognizing exactly what kind of person sat before her.
“Ms. Price. Interrupt again, and you will be removed.”
Emma kept her tone steady, though every word cost her something.
“I don’t want the house where he brought her while I was at prenatal appointments. I don’t want the money he used to buy her jewelry. I don’t want anything he touched while lying to me. I only want my baby to be born far away from him.”
Daniel shot to his feet.
“That’s manipulation. She’s unstable. She’s trying to make me look like some kind of monster.”
“Sit down, Mr. Caldwell.”
He sat, but his face had darkened.
Emma looked straight at him.
