courtroom fell silent.
Then I slowly stood up.
“Your Honor,” I said, “there is someone else who needs to speak.”
“She never visited.”
The judge raised an eyebrow.
“And who would that be?”
I turned toward the back row. A woman in her 30s stood up nervously.
Her hands trembled slightly as she walked forward.
“Her name is Sarah,” I said.
The moment she stepped beside me, I knew the truth we’d carried for years was finally about to come out.
Vanessa scoffed loudly from her seat.
“Oh, please,” she
