“Your Honor,” the prosecutor began, annoyed, “the sentencing is complete.”

“We’re her sons,” the first man said, his voice carrying a slight tremor only Delilah would recognize. “And we have evidence that will change everything.”

Delilah’s heart stopped. Those eyes. That stubborn set to his jaw. It couldn’t be. “Danny?” The name escaped her lips in a whisper.

The man’s composure cracked. “Hey, Mama D.”

The courtroom fell silent. “I’m sorry,” the judge leaned forward, his expression baffled. “Did you just call the defendant…?”