Zaden hesitated for a moment, his small fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. The eyes of the courtroom were on him, a sea of faces waiting for his response. His father’s confident expression seemed to falter slightly, but Damian’s lawyer shot him a reassuring look.
The judge waited patiently, his gaze steady and kind, as if willing Zaden to find strength in his presence. The silence in the room was thick and suffocating, but Zaden took a deep breath and stood up from the bench. He reached into the pocket of his jeans and pulled out a phone.
The small device seemed incongruous in his tiny hand, yet it held a power that everyone felt at that moment. “Your Honor,” Zaden began, his voice trembling just a little, “can I play something for you?” The judge furrowed his brow, exchanging a glance with the court clerk, then nodded gently. “Go ahead, son,” he said, his voice a soft balm in the tension-filled courtroom.
Zaden unlocked the phone and navigated to the audio recordings. His fingers moved quickly, as if he’d practiced this very moment. The room remained silent, a collective breath held in anticipation.
He pressed play, and the tinny, slightly distorted sound of voices filled the courtroom. It was unmistakably his father’s voice, the familiar cadence and tone echoing through the space. Damian’s voice was stern, unmistakably demanding: “You’ll tell the judge you want to live with me, Zaden.
You know how much better it’ll be. You’ll get to see your friends whenever you want, have more freedom. Just tell them what we talked about, okay?”
Zaden’s voice was softer, more hesitant in the recording, a stark contrast to the assertive words his father spoke.
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