During the custody hearing, my ex-husband yelled, “Our son loves me! He’s scared of his…”
The courtroom was heavy with tension, a tangible weight pressing down on everyone present.
The usual sounds of a court—papers shuffling, heels tapping, the occasional cough—were muted, as if the room itself held its breath.
Every eye was fixed on the proceedings, every ear attuned to…
The courtroom was heavy with tension, a tangible weight pressing down on everyone present.
The usual sounds of a court—papers shuffling, heels tapping, the occasional cough—were muted, as if the room itself held its breath.
Every eye was fixed on the proceedings, every ear attuned to…
