"Ms. Evans, how do you respond to these accusations?" Colin's lawyer, a smug man in a tailored navy blue suit, asked with a smirk that made my stomach twist.
I gripped the edges of the wooden witness stand, fighting to keep my voice steady. "These accusations are lies." My voice trembled despite my best efforts. "I've always provided a stable, loving home for my daughter."
The lawyer's eyes gleamed as though he'd been waiting for that answer. "Is that so? Then how do you explain these photographs?" He handed a file to the judge and dramatically projected images onto the courtroom screen.
I gasped. They showed a messy living room—clothes strewn across the floor, dirty dishes piled up, and Lily playing on a carpet that looked stained beyond recognition.
"These photos are fabricated!" I e
