Damian’s confident smirk vanished, replaced by panic. I gripped the edge of my chair, tears welling up, as my brave little boy kept his gaze fixed on the judge.
When the recording ended, the room was silent for a heartbeat before the judge cleared his throat. His voice was firm but calm. “Mr. Carter, this court will not tolerate manipulation or intimidation, especially involving a child.” Damian’s lawyer tried to speak, but the judge silenced him with a raised hand. Turning to Zaden, he softened his tone. “Son, you are very brave for sharing this today. You will remain with your mother, where you feel safe and loved.” Relief washed over me, so powerful it nearly knocked me to my knees.
