“— A video,” she explained. “I kept it because I didn’t know who to tell.”

When the judge asked why I hadn’t known, her voice broke.
“— Because Dad told me not to say anything.”

We took her tablet.

The screen lit up.

And the entire courtroom froze.

It wasn’t a child’s video.

It was Caleb, standing in our kitchen, in the middle of the night, smiling like a stranger.
Then his voice sounded:

“— If you tell your mother… I’ll make sure you never see her again.”