Chapter 4 - The Black Tablet at the Bench
Julian’s smug expression instantly shattered. His jaw tightened, and his eyes bulged as he took an aggressive half-step forward.
“Your Honor! Objection!” Julian’s attorney barked, leaping to his feet and slamming his hand onto his legal brief. “The child is six years old! This is a gross breach of courtroom decorum and improper evidentiary procedure! The mother is clearly manipulating the boy!”
Judge Thorne held up one firm, gloved hand, her glare sharp enough to pin Julian’s lawyer to his seat.
“Sit down, Counsel,” Judge Thorne commanded coldly. She leaned over her leather chair, her gaze softening slightly as she looked down at the little boy in the pink vest. “Noah, children are not permitted to present evidence directly to the court without prior in-camera review.”
“I know, Your Honor,” Noah replied softly, holding the black tablet up over the high mahogany ledge. “But Daddy said if I brought this to anyone, he would make Mom disappear. Mom doesn't know I recorded it. I hid the tablet under my bed.”
The entire gallery gasped in unison. A heavy, suffocating shock filled the air.
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Julian’s face drained of every drop of color. His mouth hung wide open in sheer horror as he stood paralyzed beside his attorney, his hands trembling violently at his sides.
👉 Read PART 5 to hear the horrific recording that played through the courtroom speakers!
