The audio crackled, then filled the courtroom, sharp and cutting.
“Stop crying! Do you have any idea how much stress you cause? If you tell your mother, you’ll ruin everything. Do you want that? Do you?”
A collective gasp swept through the room.
Harper’s tiny, trembling voice answered.
“I just wanted Mommy…”
Then a sudden crash—a glass hitting the counter, shattering into pieces.