Lily reached into her backpack and pulled out a small purple tablet—the cheap one I had bought her for games and drawing. She handed it to the court clerk, who connected it to the monitor.
I felt sick. Terrified.
The video began.
A timestamp appeared: four weeks earlier.
A door slammed. Mark’s voice followed, sharp and furious. “Stay in your room! I don’t want her hearing this!”
Then my voice—quiet, shaking. “Please, Mark. Don’t leave tonight. Lily needs you.”
“She needs stability,” he snapped. “Which she won’t get with you if you keep falling apart.”
Kelly’s voice entered the recording. “Just sign the papers, Mark. She’ll get over it.”
“She won’t,” he replied coldly. “But I will.”
Then Lily’s tiny whisper from behind the camera: “Daddy? Why are you hurting Mommy?”
The video shook violently as she peeked around the corner. When her face appeared on the screen, the courtroom seemed to stop breathing.
“For God’s sake, Lily!” Mark shouted in the video. “Go to your room! Now!”
She flinched. Backed away. The recording ended.
Silence swallowed the courtroom.
Judge Tanner exhaled slowly. “Mr. Carter,” he said calmly, “would you like to explain this?”
Mark stammered. Kelly shrank in her seat.