Then, something unexpected happened.
Harper, who had been sitting quietly beside me, raised her hand. Her small voice cut through the tension in the room.
“Your Honor, can I show you something Mom doesn’t know about?” she asked, her voice shaky but resolute.
The courtroom fell silent. All eyes turned to her. My heart skipped a beat. What did she mean? What could she possibly know that I didn’t?
I tried to stop her, my voice barely above a whisper, “Harper, no—”