As the woman on crutches approached the front of the courtroom, the atmosphere shifted palpably. The tension in the room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Ashley, with determination in her eyes, reached into her bag and pulled out a small, battered phone. She handed it to the bailiff, who then connected it to the large screen at the front of the room.
The video flickered to life. It was a shaky recording, but the events it captured were clear. It showed the chaotic scene outside the apartment building that fateful day. The camera zoomed in just as the baby teetered on the edge of the open window, and then, horrifyingly, began its descent to the ground. Gasps echoed through the courtroom as the video continued, showing me sprinting forward, arms outstretched, catching the child just before impact.
The video also captured the parents’ reactions, their initial gratitude and tears of relief, contradicting their current narrative. The visual evidence was undeniable: my actions had saved the child from a far worse fate.
