Leo stood beside his mother, his head down and shoulders shaking. He didn't look at anyone—not even Nathan. His fingers were twisted tightly into the fabric of Natasha's sleeve like it was the only thing holding him up.
Natasha broke the silence first....as expected.
"Look at him," she said sharply, gesturing at her son. "Does this look like a child who wasn't harmed?"
I took a step forward instinctively, but Nathan's hand brushed my arm—stopping me quietly.
"I didn't touch him," I said, my voice steady despite the way my heart waa racing. "He came to me because he was upset. That's all."
"Upset?" Natasha laughed bitterly. "You expect us to believe that? You had him locked in your room, alone—"
"He knocked," I cut in. "And I told him to come in. You met the door half opened Natasha why don't you be an example to your kid and stop lying.:
"That's enough." Nathan finally spoke. His voice wasn't loud, but it made the room silent again.
