Chapter 3 - The Little Boy Steps Forward
Judge Thorne sighed, preparing to gavel a thirty-minute recess to appoint a court mediator.
Suddenly, the wooden chair at the defense table scraped against the polished floorboards.
Six-year-old Noah stood up. He didn't look at his father, nor did he flinch under the heavy gazes of the two hundred spectators in the gallery. Holding the black tablet securely against his chest with both hands, he stepped out from behind the defense table and began walking steadily toward the judge’s high bench.
Evelyn gasped softly, instantly dropping to her knees on the cold hardwood floor right beside him. Her hand reached out to protect him, tears blinding her vision.
“Noah, sweetie, sit down,” Evelyn whispered frantically, fearing Julian’s lawyers would use the outburst to claim she had no control over her child.
Noah didn't stop. He walked with a calm, polite composure that defied his tender age, stopping directly beneath the carved oak seal of the State Supreme Court.
He looked up at Judge Thorne with wide, clear hazel eyes.
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“May I show you something that Mom doesn't know about, Your Honor?” Noah asked, his voice steady, polite, and ringing clearly throughout the silent courtroom.
👉 Read PART 4 to see Julian’s reaction when Noah held out the black tablet!
