The woman laughed softly. "And she really doesn't suspect anything?"
"She's too trusting," Nick replied. "Always has been."
I heard a faint rustling in the background of the video.
"Hold on," Nick whispered to the woman. "I need to see what Chloe is doing." Pause. "Chloe? What are you doing?" he said in a normal voice.
The camera angle changed slightly as little hands adjusted it.
"And she really doesn't suspect anything?"
My daughter's voice came through, small and innocent, "I'm trying to learn to record things with my tablet."
In the courtroom, a few people gasped.
On the screen, Nick's face tightened for just a second before he forced a smile. "That's great, sweetheart. Let Daddy see."
The video jerked violently. The image blurred, then the tablet hit the floor. A loud crack echoed.
The corner of the tablet struck something hard.
The video jerked violently.
The screen went dark while the audio continued.
"Oh no," Nick said too quickly. "It slipped."
There was a pause.
Then his voice dropped lower. "Chloe, listen to me. Don't say anything to Mommy about the call Daddy just had. It's adult stuff. You wouldn't understand."
Silence.
"If you keep it between us, I'll buy you a brand-new tablet. The newest one. Deal?"
"It's adult stuff."
