The Forgotten Tablet in a Nashville Bedroom That Saved Two Abandoned Children
Judge Evans made a note on his pad.
Delaney checked her fingernails, the left hand first, then the right.
“Mrs.
Mercer,” Judge Evans said, “I’d like to hear from you directly.
Please take the stand.”
Delaney walked up wearing the same small smile she had worn for eight years.
From the witness chair it looked different.
Chloe didn’t waste a second.