In court, my ex said, “my son wants to live with me.” the judge asked my son, “is that true?” my son stood up, pulled out his phone, and asked, “may I play the recording from last night?” the judge froze.
The courtroom wasn’t silent in a soothing way—it was the kind that wraps around you, tight and oppressive, making every heartbeat feel like thunder. My son, Elijah, sat only a …
In court, my ex said, “my son wants to live with me.” the judge asked my son, “is that true?” my son stood up, pulled out his phone, and asked, “may I play the recording from last night?” the judge froze. Read More
