She shut up.
Paul continued.
“Mrs. Vale braced herself on the wall. Mr. Vale was present.”
Judge Whitmore looked at Marcus.
“Did you observe contact?”
Marcus stood slowly.
Bennett looked like he wanted to physically pull him back into his chair.
“I observed confusion in a crowded hallway.”
Claire said, “There were six people in the hallway.”
Bennett said, “Your Honor—”
Judge Whitmore raised one hand.
Silence.
Then he looked at me.
“Mrs. Vale, are you now requesting medical assistance?”
My stomach tightened.
Not a contraction.
Not exactly.
But enough.
I knew my body.
I knew this child.
I knew stress had a sound and mine had started humming.
“Yes, Your Honor,” I said. “After I finish making one statement.”
Marcus laughed once.
A mistake.
A bad one.
My father’s gaze moved to him like a door locking.
“Mr. Vale, you will remain silent.”
Marcus’s face reddened.
The courtroom saw it.
