A Request That Should Have Meant Nothing
Carter Halston stood in his orange uniform, wrists cuffed, shoulders tense but not broken.
He swallowed.
“Your Honor… I understand the verdict.”
His voice was rough, but controlled.
“I’m not asking you to change anything.”
A pause.
“I just have one request.”
Judge Kline looked at him carefully.
“Go on.”
“My son was born last week,” Carter said.
“I haven’t held him. Not even once.”
His eyes flicked toward the back of the room.
“Could I hold him… for one minute?”
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