No gasps. No sudden music like in movies.
Just a shift.
The judge’s eyes moved from me to my mother.
“Ms. Moore?”
My mother swallowed. “Yes, Your Honor. Ava helped me put the papers together. I’m… I’m not good with this kind of thing. I get nervous. But everything she has is true.”
Richard Latham lifted his eyebrows.
“A nine-year-old cannot examine witnesses.”
“I wasn’t planning to examine anyone,” I said.
He looked down at me with that same polished smile. “No?”
