“Thank you, Your Honor,” he began, his voice steady and calm despite the storm swirling around us. He looked at me first, his eyes full of a love that felt like a physical embrace, before turning to face Charlotte.
“I don’t remember you,” he said bluntly, “and I won’t pretend to understand the reasons behind why I was left. But I do know who I am because of the woman who raised me.”
The courtroom was silent, all eyes on the young man who had captured their attention not with drama, but with dignity.
