What was she talking about?
The judge leaned forward kindly. “Is it important?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Does it have to do with where you feel safe?”
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
He glanced at the attorneys, then said firmly, “I’ll allow it.”
Then gently, “Go ahead, Lily.”
She reached into her backpack and pulled out a small purple tablet—the one I had bought her for games and drawing.
She handed it to the clerk, who connected it to the courtroom screen.
My stomach twisted with fear.
The screen flickered to life.
A video began to play.
The timestamp read: four weeks earlier.
The first sound was a door slamming.
Then Mark’s voice—sharp, angry, nothing like the calm man sitting in court.
And in that moment, I realized…
