At that moment, the storm outside seemed to quieten, as if nature itself was acknowledging the justice being sought within those walls. The judge nodded thoughtfully, making notes before addressing the room once more.

“Given the testimony today, and the evidence presented, we’ll recess to consider Isla’s best interests in this matter.”

As the courtroom began to empty, Isla remained seated, her hand never leaving Moose. Her foster parents joined her, whispering words of comfort. Leonard Griffin was led out, his shoulders hunched, a stark contrast to the assured man who had entered earlier.