The Court Case XIII

"Six years ago, I never slept with Athena," Lucas started, clasping his hands behind his back, resolutely ignoring the murmurs that erupted once again after that bold declaration.

He had come prepared—prepared to withstand any insult, any blame, any punishment at all—if it would grant him the custody of his daughter.

Athena had allowed him a video call with Kendra, a heartwarming experience he would cherish forever.

At first, the little beauty had been hesitant, her voice tinged with uncertainty, but in moments, she had transformed. Laughter had flowed freely, and the sound of her joy had brightened the dim shadows of his memories.

Her laughter kept him focused straight ahead now, his composure unwavering, even as a sharp shoe landed squarely on his right cheek.