Chapter 5 - THE USB ON THE JUDGE’S BENCH
After Rowan held out the USB, the courtroom fractured into motion.
Adrian tried to step closer.
Judge Reyes stopped him with one look.
“Sit down, Mr. Hawthorne.”
He didn’t.
“Your Honor, this is completely improper—”
“Sit. Down.”
He sat.
Theo was openly crying now, clutching Rowan’s sleeve with one hand and the witness chair with the other.
I wanted to run to them.
Instead I stayed where Bethany told me to stay, because the one thing worse than a frightened mother in family court is a frightened mother who appears unable to follow directions.
Bethany rose slowly.
“Your Honor, we request the court preserve the device and review its contents before any further questioning of the children.”
Adrian’s attorney objected immediately.
No chain of custody.
Unknown contents.
Possible coaching.
Judge Reyes held up one hand.
“Enough.”
She looked at Rowan. “Did you know what was on this drive when you brought it here?”
He nodded once.
“Videos from the playroom.”
“What kind of videos?”
His lip trembled.
“Dad telling us what to say.”
Silence hit the courtroom like a dropped curtain.
Judge Reyes turned to the bailiff, then to the court clerk, then ordered a recess and private in-camera review with counsel present.
I didn’t get to watch the first minutes.
Parents never do.
But I watched Adrian.
That told me enough.
He stopped making eye contact with his lawyer.
He loosened his tie.
He began tapping one finger against the table, then stopped when he realized Bethany saw it.
Ten minutes later, the judge returned.
She looked older.
And furious.
“Mr. Hawthorne,” she said, “before we proceed any further, I want the record to reflect that the court has reviewed preliminary video evidence appearing to show direct witness coaching of minor children, intimidation related to these proceedings, and statements concerning custodial control for financial purposes.”
Adrian’s face went white.
I gripped the edge of my chair so hard my nails hurt.
Bethany didn’t look at me.
She didn’t need to.
We were both hearing the same thing.
Adrian had not merely been manipulative.
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He had been stupid enough to document himself being manipulative in the one room where he thought he held absolute control.
And my son had stolen the record of it out from under him.
