A Child in the Oak Tree Recorded What My Husband and Mother-in-Law Tried to Hide
<strong>PART 5: Leo’s Courage</strong>
I first met Leo properly at the police station.
He was eleven, taller than I expected, with a faded gray sweatshirt and the kind of serious expression children wear when adults have asked them to describe something frightening.
His father, Brian, stood beside him.
Both looked exhausted.
Carter had arranged the meeting because Leo wanted to know whether I was alive.
His father had already given officers the original recording, and investigators were preserving copies and checking its authenticity.