Chapter 2 - The Pink Bunny's Secret
Maya walked with cautious, deliberate steps toward the center of the courtroom. The room was deathly quiet except for the muffled squeak of her patent-leather shoes against the polished terrazzo. She looked impossibly fragile between the towering mahogany benches, clutching Barnaby, the ragged stuffed rabbit I had bought her for her third birthday.
Julian immediately leaned across his counsel table, whispering urgently into his attorney’s ear. Richard Hayes, a slick litigator with a reputation for merciless cross-examinations, rose to his feet.
"Your Honor," Hayes began, smoothing the front of his tailored three-piece suit. "Under local family court rules, direct questioning of a six-year-old child in an open courtroom is highly irregular. We request that the child be examined strictly in chambers with only counsel present."
Judge Thorne raised a sharp eyebrow. "Mr. Hayes, it was your client who insisted on having the child brought in today to verify his claims of maternal alienation. She is here. Miss Vance has a court-appointed child advocate by her side. I will hear what she has to say."
Julian cleared his throat, flashing a charming, wounded smile toward the bench. "I only want to protect our daughter from unnecessary trauma, Your Honor. Clara has put her under immense strain."
I didn't blink. I didn't flinch. I kept my spine straight and my gaze fixed on my daughter. For three months, Julian had kept Maya away from me, utilizing an emergency ex parte order based on fabricated claims that I was erratic and abusive. Every time I had tried to see her, Evelyn had stood at the wrought-iron gates of their estate, threatening to call the police.
Maya reached the witness stand. The court clerk adjusted a booster cushion, and the child advocate, a kind-faced woman named Sarah, sat quietly beside her.
"Hello, Maya," Judge Thorne said, her voice dropping into a warm, gentle register. "Do you know who I am?"
"You're the judge," Maya whispered into the small microphone. "You decide who keeps the promises."
A ripple went through the gallery. In the front row, Evelyn scoffed softly beneath her breath, whispering something disparaging to Chloe, who nodded along like an eager lapdog.
"That’s right," Judge Thorne said softly. "And do you know why you're here today?"
Julian gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod from his chair, a silent command for Maya to deliver the script they had drilled into her head. I had seen that exact nod before—it was the same look he gave his subordinates before they signed fraudulent disclosures.
Maya swallowed hard. Her little knuckles turned white around the pink fleece of the bunny. Then, she lifted her chin.
"May I show you something that Mom doesn't know about, Your Honor?"
Julian’s smug expression instantly vanished. His posture went rigid. "Objection!" Hayes barked instinctively. "The child cannot introduce evidence!"
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"Quiet, Mr. Hayes," Judge Thorne commanded sharply. She leaned forward, studying Maya's earnest face. "What do you have, sweetheart?"
"Barnaby has an eye," Maya said clearly. "Daddy said it was just a button. But Uncle Mark put an eye in him so Daddy could watch Mommy when he wasn't home. But Daddy forgot that Barnaby remembers everything."
