The air in the courtroom was thick with tension.
Maria sat stiffly, hands clenched in her lap. Alexander was beside her, not touching, but close enough for her to feel the warmth of his support.
The judge entered, papers in hand, her expression unreadable.
"All rise."
Everyone stood.
The judge began slowly. "After reviewing the testimonies, character references, and evidence presented, this court has reached a decision regarding the custody of Junior Madu."
Maria held her breath.
"The court finds no evidence of negligence or endangerment on the part of Maria Obasi. In fact, we commend her dedication and sacrifice as a mother."
A soft gasp rippled through the room.
"Therefore," the judge continued, "full custody remains with the mother. Visitation rights will be shared with the father, Mr. Alexander Madu, under terms to be agreed by both parties."
Maria's knees nearly buckled, relief washing through her like a tide.
The courtroom erupted—not with cheers, but with the quiet stir of truth finally acknowledged.
Alexander turned to her, smiling with pride. "You did it."
Maria shook her head. "We did it."
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Later that evening…
As the city lights glowed outside the apartment window, Junior fell asleep curled in his mother's lap, the court papers resting on the coffee table beside them.
Alexander walked in with hot chocolate.
"This could be the beginning," he said gently.
Maria looked up. "Of what?"
"Of peace. Of rebuilding. Maybe… of us."
She didn't answer right away.
But her eyes softened.
And that was enough—for now.