The judge nodded, her expression softening as she turned back to the papers in front of her.
There was a murmur of approval from those gathered, a collective sigh of understanding.
Thomas’s words hung in the air, a testament to his courage.
It was a breakthrough, a moment I hadn’t dared to hope for.
From the corner of my eye, I could see the social worker jotting something down, a small smile playing on her lips.
Thomas shifted in his seat, his hand finding mine.
I squeezed it gently, letting him know I was there.
This was a battle we had fought together, and his voice had been the key.
As the judge continued with the formalities, I found myself reflecting on the journey that had brought us here.
Every moment of hesitation, every fear, every silent exchange had led to this.
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