A nanny chased him.
“Idan, stop!”
Adam stood.
“Idan!”
The boy ran straight toward the front.
His face was red from crying.
Margaret went rigid.
“You cannot be here.”
Idan pointed at her.
“Yes, I can!”
The judge struck the gavel.
“Order.”
Adam moved toward his son.
“Come here.”
Idan pulled away.
“No!”
Clara stared at him.
Something in his expression made her heart pound.
He was not merely upset.
He was frightened.
The judge leaned forward.
“Why has this child entered my courtroom?”
