As the proceedings unfolded, I could sense Thomas’s tension beside me.
His hands were clasped tightly, the knuckles white.
The judge asked questions, her gaze shifting between me and Thomas.
I answered as best as I could, hoping my words conveyed the depth of the bond we had formed.
Then, something unexpected happened.
The judge turned her attention directly to Thomas.
“Would you like to say anything, Thomas? Anything at all?”
I held my breath, not expecting any response.
He looked up, meeting her eyes, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of determination.
“I… want to stay,” he said, his voice barely a whisper yet clear in its intent.
The room seemed to pause, the moment hanging in the air like a breath held too long.
My heart swelled with a mix of pride and relief.
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