The wood-paneled courtroom hummed with low whispers—until a small but steady voice cut through the noise.
“I’M MY MOM’S LAWYER”
The words came from eight-year-old Lucas Reed, and they landed like a shockwave.
Judge Margaret Collins paused mid-motion, her glasses halfway down her nose as she stared at the thin boy standing alone at the front row, his blazer clearly …
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