The entire courtroom seemed to hold its breath. Ashley, the young woman on crutches, stood before the judge, holding her phone aloft. The parents of the child shifted uncomfortably in their seats, their earlier confidence visibly shaken.
The judge leaned forward, curiosity piqued. “And what is it you have, Ms. Ashley?”
Ashley took a deep breath, her voice steady but filled with urgency. “Your Honor, I was on the street that day. I saw everything, and I recorded it. I didn’t come forward sooner because I was in the hospital, recovering from an accident. But I couldn’t let this injustice stand.”
