He looked up at me. For a second, he looked scared again.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, Mom,” he said. “I wanted to be sure first.”
I couldn’t say anything. My throat had closed.
“I was making a dinosaur movie,” Nolan told the judge. “On Saturday night. At Dad’s house. In his office. I had my T-rex and my stegosaurus on his desk, and I was doing a battle scene. With sound effects.”
He looked a little embarrassed.
“Dad came in and got on the phone,” he said. “He didn’t see that my tablet was recording. It was behind the lamp. He talked for a long time.”
He held up the tiny card.
“I heard him say Mom’s name,” Nolan said. “And I heard him say my shirt. And I heard him say the bad thing about her job. And about Mr. Pruitt. So I didn’t stop recording.”
His voice wobbled.
“After, I watched it in the bathroom with the door locked,” he said. “And I got really scared. Because he said mean things about Mom. Things that weren’t true. And he said things about me too.”
