Chapter 10
The defense attorney was a sharp woman in a dark suit.
She walked toward Ryan.
Her heels clicking on the marble floor.
"Mr. Thompson," she said.
"You claim you knew your mother was abusing your son for six months. Is that correct?"
"Yes," Ryan said.
His voice steady.
"And during those six months, you did nothing," she said.
"No police reports. No doctors. You didn't even tell your wife."
Ryan swallowed hard.
"That's correct," he said.
"You just let it continue," she said.
"While your son suffered."
"I was afraid," Ryan said.
"Afraid of what my mother would do. Afraid of losing my family. I know it was wrong. I know I failed my son. But I'm here now. Telling the truth."
The defense attorney studied him.
"Convenient, isn't it?" she said.
"Now that you've been caught, you're suddenly a hero. Telling the truth to save yourself."
"I'm not here to save myself," Ryan said.
His voice rising.
"I'm here to save my son. To make sure no other child ever has to go through what he went through. What I went through."
The defense attorney pressed on.
"Isn't it true that you and your wife are having marital problems?" she asked.
"That you're using this case to gain leverage in a potential divorce?"
"No," Ryan said firmly.
"My wife and I are working through our problems. We're in therapy. We're stronger than we've ever been. And this isn't about leverage. It's about justice."
The attorney tried a few more angles.
But Ryan held his ground.
Told the truth.
Again and again.
When cross-examination ended, Ryan stepped down from the witness stand.
He walked over to me.
I took his hand.
Squeezed it.
"You did amazing," I whispered.
Then it was Noah's turn.
He was taken to another room.
Where he would testify via closed-circuit television.
The screen in the courtroom lit up.
Noah was sitting in a comfortable chair.
Dr. Kim beside him.
He looked small.
But his eyes were determined.
Ms. Henderson, the prosecutor, asked him gentle questions.
"Hi, Noah," she said.
"Can you tell us your name?"
"Noah Thompson," he said clearly.
"How old are you?"
"Seven."
"Noah, do you know who your grandma is?"
"Yes. Diane."
"Can you tell us what happened at Grandma's birthday party?"
Noah took a deep breath.
He told them about the spilled water.
About the slap.
About being scared.
Then Ms. Henderson asked about the basement.
"Noah, does Grandma ever take you to the basement?"
Noah nodded.
"When Mommy's at work," he said.
"What happens down there?"
Noah looked at Dr. Kim.
She nodded encouragingly.
"She hits me," Noah said.
His voice small but clear.
"When I'm bad. She says I need to learn. She says Mommy won't love me if she knows."
The courtroom was silent.
I could hear people crying.
Ryan squeezed my hand so tight it hurt.
Ms. Henderson asked a few more questions.
Then it was the defense attorney's turn.
She tried to be gentle.
But her questions were sharp.
"Noah, are you sure about what happened?" she asked.
"Maybe you were confused. Maybe you fell. Maybe you hit yourself by accident."
Noah shook his head.
His expression serious.
"No," he said.
"Grandma hit me. I remember. It hurt."
"But your mommy and daddy talked to you about this, didn't they?" the attorney asked.
"Maybe they told you what to say."
Noah looked directly into the camera.
His eyes steady.
"My mommy and daddy told me to tell the truth," he said.
"And the truth is Grandma hit me. Lots of times. And Daddy knew. And he's sorry. And I forgive him."
The courtroom erupted.
Not with noise.
But with emotion.
People were crying.
Even the judge wiped a tear from her eye.
The defense attorney sat down.
She had nothing more to say.
Noah's testimony was over.
The screen went black.
I ran from the courtroom.
To the room where Noah was.
He was sitting in Dr. Kim's lap.
Looking tired but relieved.
"Mommy!" he said.
He held out his arms.
I ran to him.
Held him tight.
Crying into his hair.
"You were so brave," I whispered.
"The bravest boy in the whole world."
Ryan came in.
He knelt down beside us.
He looked at Noah.
With so much love and pride in his eyes.
"I forgive you too, Daddy," Noah said.
Ryan broke down.
He pulled both of us into his arms.
The three of us cried together.
In that small room.
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Surrounded by court officers and social workers.
But it felt like we were the only people in the world.
