My husband filed for divorce, and my ten-year-old daughter asked the judge Your Honor, can I show you something Mommy doesn’t know?”
At 2:13 a.m., the video played in silence-heavy court. The timestamp glowed in the corner as Caleb’s voice shattered the stillness —angry, sharp, aimed not at me, but at our daughter. “Stop crying,” he snapped. “If you tell your mother, you’ll ruin everything.” Harper’s small, shaking voice followed: “I just wanted Mommy.” Then the…
