“Your honor I would like to call Vivian McCartney to the stand as a witness.”

God damn that bitch.

Ethan wished she would disappear suddenly. Maybe if he tuned her out he could pretend she wasn’t real.

No no, focus Ethan. He said to himself as he sat before the courtroom full of people that would decide the fate of his daughter.

She was sworn in and the questioning began.

Lies. All of it.

“... it’s a delusion. The child is going to be confused. What are we going to tell her...”

I don’t know... maybe she has 2 parents that love her…

Kellen… he glanced across the room and watched the sunken figure dressed in the uncharacteristically black outfit with a hand across his face.

At least he wasn’t enjoying this either.

Every time Vivian spoke Ethan watched him jump uncomfortably in the seat.

“My son,” she pointed towards Kellen and Kellen went further into the chair. “My son, is the best fit parent. We can’t trust that the child will have a stable and happy life in that home.”

Ethan felt his fingernails digging into the palms of his hands and he fought the urge to spit back. He knew that Vivian was enjoying this. Anything to spite him.