DAPHNE’S POV

They say courtrooms are for justice.

That’s a lie. Courtrooms are for war… only here, the bullets are words and the wounds are permanent.

The second I stepped out of the car, flashes blinded me. Reporters shouted my name, microphones shoved forward like weapons.

“Daphne, do you think you’ll lose your son?”

“Are you fit to raise Christian?”

“Is Xavier Black pulling strings for you?”

Each word hit like a stone, but Xavier’s hand was firm at my back, guiding me ...