Garrett inhaled slowly before answering. “They are not here to help me get my daughter.”
The silence that followed carried surprise but not yet understanding.
Rebecca’s attorney blinked. “Then why are they here?”
Garrett closed his eyes briefly and said, “They are here to make sure I do not.”
Gasps rippled across the benches as people tried to interpret his words. Some believed he was surrendering in defeat, others suspected manipulation, and a few wondered if this was a strategy designed to generate sympathy.
Assistant District Attorney Whitaker narrowed his eyes and asked, “Mr. Sloan, are you stating that you intend to relinquish your parental rights?”
Garrett hesitated because speaking the answer aloud would make it irreversible. Behind him, the bikers remained motionless and silent, offering no defense and no visible encouragement.
Judge Hodge’s voice remained steady. “Mr. Sloan, clarify your statement.”
Garrett steadied his trembling hands against the table and said, “I am not asking for custody.”
A wave of astonishment moved across the room.
