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109. The courtroom reckoning
Author: Esther Ernest
last update2026-03-30 19:59:13

The courtroom in Queens Family Court was packed to capacity when the full custody hearing resumed. The air was thick with tension, the kind that made every rustle of paper and every cleared throat feel amplified. Judge Harlan was seated at the elevated bench in her black robe as usual as she looked out over the room with the weary but resolute expression of someone who had presided over too many difficult family battles.

The gallery benches were filled with reporters, a few curious spectators
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