She spoke.
“Maybe if Emily cared about the baby, she wouldn’t be so stressed all the time.”
Every head turned.
Marcus closed his eyes for half a second.
Bennett looked like a man watching a priceless vase fall in slow motion.
Judge Whitmore looked at Savannah.
“State your name for the record.”
Savannah’s smile faltered.
“I’m just here to support Marcus.”
“Your name.”
“Savannah Cross.”
“Are you a party to this proceeding, Ms. Cross?”
“No, Your Honor.”
“Are you counsel?”
“No.”
“Are you a witness under oath?”
“No.”
“Then you will remain silent unless called.”
Savannah flushed.
Marcus put a hand on her back.
A comforting gesture.
In front of his pregnant wife.
In front of my attorney.
In front of the judge.
In front of God and courtroom audio.
The second mini-payoff was not the rebuke.
It was the transcript.
Every word.
Every gesture.
Every careless little cruelty becoming record.
