The judge read the sentence slowly: “Once Hannah is out of the house, we tell everyone she is unstable, and we keep the baby with us.” Lorraine’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Ethan stared at the floor of my kitchen. The judge looked over her glasses. “Mrs. Calloway, is this your email?” Before Lorraine could answer, a deep voice came from behind them. “Your Honor, may I speak?” A tall, gray-haired man stepped into the camera frame, holding a thick envelope against his chest.

It was Raymond, Ethan’s father, whom everyone believed was still in the living room waiting for his breakfast. His hands were shaking. “I am Raymond Calloway,” he said. “I am here because my wife has done this to me too, and I can no longer stay silent.” Lorraine spun around and hissed his name, and Ethan’s face drained of color, because Raymond held up a second printed email.