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a more stable environment with his father.”
I stopped breathing.
Howard’s fingers tightened around mine.
The judge adjusted her glasses thoughtfully.
Then suddenly—
“Your Honor?”
The small voice echoed through the courtroom.
Howard stood up.
Every head turned.
Aidan frowned. “Howard, sit down.”
But my son didn’t move.
“Your Honor,” he said carefully, “may I defend continue reading …
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