(Caroline's POV)
I've been patient. I've been careful. I've let Aunt Jasmine do the talking, present the evidence, show everyone the truth.
But Samuel is still lying. Still manipulating. Still pretending to be something he's not.
And I'm done being quiet about it.
Samuel's expression flickers with annoyance. "Caroline—"
"When is Charlie's birthday?" I ask.
Samuel blinks. "What?"
"His birthday. When is it? Month, day, year."
"This is ridiculous—"
"Answer the question," Judge Morrison says, and I could kiss her.
Samuel's mouth opens. Closes. "It's... in the spring. April, I think. Or May."
"March fifteenth," I say. "He turned five on March fifteenth. You missed it because you were at a conference in Miami."
I take a step forward.
"What's his blood type?"
"Caroline, these detail
