The words proved true three days later.
The court scheduled an emergency review after Evan’s note and the photograph were entered into the case file. Claire’s attorney objected to nearly everything—authenticity, chain of custody, relevance—but even he could not soften the date on the back of the photograph or the effect it had on the room.
Claire sat beside him in a navy dress, pale and perfectly still.
She looked smaller without the beige coat.
For the first time, I noticed the shadows under her eyes. She did not look like a woman who had slept well. Her hands remained folded on the table in front of her, but her left thumb rubbed the side of her right hand again and again, the motion hidden unless someone knew how to watch for fear.
Nathan sat two rows behind Maya. His knees bounced until Lily reached over and placed her small hand on his leg.
He stopped immediately.
The twins did not attend the hearing itself, only the waiting room with Dr. Patel and their foster mother, Ms. Paula. That was one blessing.
The judge reviewed the new information without theatrics. She was a woman in her sixties with silver hair and a voice that made interruption feel impossible.
“Mrs. Bennett,” she said, “your prior statements indicated the children’s biological mother was deceased.”
Claire’s attorney began to rise.
The judge looked at him. “I am not inviting argument yet.”
He sat.
Claire swallowed.
“Yes, Your Honor.”
“Do you maintain that statement?”
Claire nie odpowiedziała.
Jej prawnik pochylił się ku niej i szepnął.
Claire wpatrywała się w stół.
„Pani Bennett” – powiedział sędzia – „czy utrzymuje pani, że Anna Bennett nie żyje?”
Claire zamknęła oczy.
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