He pressed play, and the courtroom was filled with the crackling sound of a recorded conversation. Damian’s voice was unmistakable, stern and insistent. “Zaden, you have to tell them you want to live with me. Just say it,” the voice commanded. “Things will be better. You’ll have more fun, more games. You don’t want to disappoint your dad, do you?”

My heart sank and soared all at once, torn between anger at Damian’s manipulation and pride in Zaden’s courage. The courtroom seemed to lean in, every person straining to catch every word.

Damian’s lawyer shifted uncomfortably, whispering hurriedly into Damian’s ear. The smirk that had played on Damian’s lips had disappeared, replaced by a tight, nervous line.