routine Gavin claimed he could provide.
He had barely finished his opening statement when the courtroom doors opened.
I stepped inside, holding the hands of our eight-year-old twins.
Nolan wore a navy jacket and stared at the floor. Parker held my hand so tightly that his fingers had turned pale.
Gavin’s expression shifted the moment he saw us.
Sloane leaned toward him and whispered, “She brought the boys?”
Judge Beckett heard her.
“Ms. Pierce, I have already warned you.”
I approached the table and faced the judge.
“I apologize for arriving late, Your Honor. The boys asked to come.”
Judge Beckett studied them carefully.
“Children usually should not be present for proceedings like this.”
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