DANTE’S POV
It was the day of the court case, a day that would determine my ability to be in my son's life. I couldn't help but feel knots of tension settling deep in my gut.
The courtroom was abuzz with anticipation. I was seated next to my lawyer, Mr. Russo, and Eva was seated across from me, her face wearing an air of confidence. She had her lawyer by her side, and they seemed well-prepared. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of anxiety. The thought of losing access to my son was unbearable.
"Miss Eva, present your case," the Judge said, and her lawyer stood up.
"Thank you, your honor," he said and bowed. "My client is here today to prove to the court that Mr. Dante Mortelli is unfit to have child custody. And here are our evidences."
Evidences? I was surprised. What evidences are t
