Judge Henderson returned to the bench, her black robes rustling as she sat down.

She looked at the paperwork in front of her, then looked directly at the defense table.

“Before we recessed, this court was prepared to rule on the custody matter,” Judge Henderson said.

Her voice was calm, but it held a cold, iron weight.

“However, I have just been informed of an attempted unauthorized removal of the child from the court nursery,” she continued.

Patricia’s lawyer stood up quickly.

“Your Honor, my client had no knowledge of—”

“Sit down, counselor,” Judge Henderson snapped.

The lawyer sat down instantly, closing his mouth.

“The evidence presented today shows a systematic, cruel campaign of abuse, manipulation, and financial fraud,” the judge said.

She turned her gaze to Patricia.

“Patricia Parker, your actions in attempting to control this young mother, isolate her, and strip her of her child are among the most egregious I have seen in my career.”

Patricia sat up straight, trying to maintain her cold, aristocratic posture.

But I could see the slight tremor in her chin.