(Six Months Later)
Stephany’s P.O.V.
I intertwined my fingers with Noah and squeezed his fingers lightly when the judge passed the sentence for his father. He was still shouting and cursing us loudly in the courtroom that was infuriating the judge more. Noah didn’t flinch or say anything. He had masked his face and there was no emotion on his face right now. “He will be okay”, I tried to comfort him. He looked at me and then kissed my forehead. We were sitting on the chairs in the courtroom.
We came out of the courtroom after the guard took his father out of the courtroom. It was painful to watch your father dragged like a rag doll but we couldn’t change the fact that he was still in denial that he did something wrong. He was still arguing that he did whatever he thought was right for h
